I have high expectations
Fri Mar 10, 2017 00:00

His smile turned into more of a smirk at her joke. “Maybe on the way back,” he suggested. “But we’ve got places to be.” Careful not to pinch her hair, Lucien tied it on over her eyes, just tight enough that it wouldn’t fall off, and then took her hand. She went on to demand he lead her properly and then immediately followed it with the claim that she trusted him. He didn’t doubt that, but couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the discrepancy, either. In many ways, Francine was all over the place, and for many years it had annoyed him, but since they started dating, it had bothered him less and less. When he was in a good mood, he could find the humour in it. And he was in quite a good mood right now.

“No need to worry; I’ll lead so well, you won’t even notice the difference.” Leading by one hand wasn’t the same as leading in formal dances, but true to his word, he paid close attention every step of the way. The elevator did provide the opportunity for distraction - he hadn’t gotten to chance to kiss her properly yet today, which was a shame - but it was brief, the chipper ding interrupting them, and he was once again directing her to step over the crack in the floor. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered to her as they exited the bookshelf into the crisp wind. It wasn’t actually snowing again, thank goodness, but he did drop her hand in order to wrap his arm around her shoulder instead, as if that would really help anything. At least his arm was at a comfortable angle since he was barely taller than her right now. A minor perk, but he’d take it.

Tonight they were going somewhere that he thought had something for both of them: Café Vert.

Once upon a time (i.e. six months ago) his opinion of a ‘good date’ had been a formal restaurant with a large meal and then perhaps a movie afterwards. That was still good, but being around Francine had given him the vague idea that it probably wasn’t as fun as it could be, at least not for her, considering how much she had enjoyed dressing up for Hallowe’en together and the like. He wasn’t about to start encouraging future Hallowe’en-esque levels of interactive dates, because that was more work than it needed to be, especially since it had taken a week for him to get all the green paint off. But at the very least, a more casual setting could let them have better conversation and relax a bit.

This particular café was near the far end of Pearl Street. In the hipster spirit of the strip mall, its menu was entirely in French and its atmosphere matched, which the Francophone was naturally pleased with and suspected Francine would appreciate as well. It was also a mixed café, the main floor being entirely Muggle. Lucien was less fond of this, as he preferred the surroundings of magic, so he had requested seats on the top floor. That was where the magic happened - literally; it was open-air on the roof, with some kind of charm keeping it at a decent temperature.

After leading Francine inside and through the warmth of the pastries-soups-and-coffee-scented room, he moved behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders to guide her up the stairs. “Just one more... And, voila!” he pronounced, untying the blindfold for her. “What do you think?” Lucien didn’t have the best sense of aesthetics, but he thought the rooftop looked fairly nice with its bobbing lights and personable clusters of chairs. There were also small easels on each table. “It’s not the fanciest in terms of food,” he began explaining, “but they had this open painting thing for Valentine’s. I’m not good with paint, as you know, but I thought maybe you’d like it. Something different.”

  • The best night! - Francine Holtz, Thu Mar 9 01:34
    It was the shortest dress she owned. Francine stared at her reflection for a very long time, inspecting her incredibly visible bird legs from every possible angle. Apparently horizontal stripes were... more
    • I have high expectations - Lucien, Fri Mar 10 00:00
      • You're surpassing all of mine - Francine, Sun Mar 12 00:35
        Her boyfriend’s smirk became obscured as he reached around and tied the blindfold on her, an excited shiver running up her spine. Then Lucien’s hand was in hers, and her goosebumps melted, his warmth ... more
        • I aim to please - Lucien, Mon Mar 13 00:22
          His slight rambling upon removing her blindfold had come about spontaneously, as he’d suddenly felt the need to explain himself. This type of date fell under the category of ‘things he would complain ... more
          • Ready, aim, fire. - Francine, Mon Mar 13 02:24
            Francine glanced eagerly around them to find just the right table. Just as she found one she liked, she noticed Lucien’s extended hand. He wanted to take her jacket. For a moment, she hesitated, but... more
            • Well, let's hold off on the fire for now - Lucien, Mon Mar 13 13:43
              He laughed and nodded agreeably. “Sounds good.” Flipping open the menu, Lucien glanced down the (admittedly short) list of offerings, looking for something that she would appreciate. There were all... more
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