[To the contrary, she finds everything about this endearing. That he is so suddenly nervous speaks to his own excitement, and to the fact that this is important to him. In its own way she takes comfort in that, because it means that for both of them the possibilities are very real, and very desired. She can't truly name the last time she's felt this brand of elation; certainly no time in the recent past, when thinking of the evening to come makes her face light up with a smile.]
Yes, absolutely. [Although she's reluctant to leave him, Virginia knows it's a necessity. Still, it would seem it's not such a simple parting for either of them. Not when Robert takes his poor prop and nearly runs over a display. She's a few steps away but quick to turn around at the commotion, stiffing a laugh as he tries so hard to keep things from falling. So very smooth.
After that, time flows in a strange paradox of going too slowly and too quickly all at once. It seems like that afternoon takes far too long, at least until she prepares herself for the evening. Perhaps the black dress and embellished shoes are a bit too formal for dinner at someone's house, but she did promise to wear them--and part of her really does want to stun him on their first date.
Given the look on his face when he answers the door, Virginia thinks she might have succeeded.
Dinner goes equally well; he's a surprisingly good cook, and a little wine and time both ease her nerves as they talk on throughout the meal. She's in a particularly good place as they finish, her lower lip caught between her teeth though it does nothing to diminish her smile as she looks over at him.]
That was wonderful. Thank you. [She reaches across the short distance between them, her hand covering Robert's so she can give it a gentle squeeze. In truth she'd like to do more, but given how things had gone in the grocery store, she doesn't want to push for too much too fast. Better to see where he wants this to lead, and how far he's comfortable going first.]
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Yes, absolutely. [Although she's reluctant to leave him, Virginia knows it's a necessity. Still, it would seem it's not such a simple parting for either of them. Not when Robert takes his poor prop and nearly runs over a display. She's a few steps away but quick to turn around at the commotion, stiffing a laugh as he tries so hard to keep things from falling. So very smooth.
After that, time flows in a strange paradox of going too slowly and too quickly all at once. It seems like that afternoon takes far too long, at least until she prepares herself for the evening. Perhaps the black dress and embellished shoes are a bit too formal for dinner at someone's house, but she did promise to wear them--and part of her really does want to stun him on their first date.
Given the look on his face when he answers the door, Virginia thinks she might have succeeded.
Dinner goes equally well; he's a surprisingly good cook, and a little wine and time both ease her nerves as they talk on throughout the meal. She's in a particularly good place as they finish, her lower lip caught between her teeth though it does nothing to diminish her smile as she looks over at him.]
That was wonderful. Thank you. [She reaches across the short distance between them, her hand covering Robert's so she can give it a gentle squeeze. In truth she'd like to do more, but given how things had gone in the grocery store, she doesn't want to push for too much too fast. Better to see where he wants this to lead, and how far he's comfortable going first.]