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He scratched at his chin while holding the menu with one hand. "True, though trying to keep that five o'clock shadow from growing into a full on grizzly bear takes some maintenance." It was kind of dark in this place, then he remembered he had sunglasses and a hat on. To which he quickly removed both, shaking out his shaggy brown hair.

Settling his menu down onto the table, he was already decided on what he wanted, Zascha slipped from the booth. "Alright then. I'll go up to the bar and get the drinks that way so they don't ask questions about your age." He left here there for a moment, quickly making his way across the dining room to the bar. Leaning against the counter as he ordered the drinks. It wasn't long before he returned, settling her drink in front of her and returning to his seat with a large glass filled and foaming at the top with a dark stout.

No cheap beers for him at this place thanks. He could get a six pack of whatever at the store if he wanted later.

Their waitress finally arrived to take their order. "Ladies first." He said, while taking a sip of his beer.

Now it was his turn. Ah, yes. He had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. "New York strip, rare please. With uhhhhhh baked potato. Cheese, sour cream, onions, bacon." Folding his menu shut, he placed it over top of Harlow's. To which the waitress quickly took them both then scurried away to put in their order.

Zascha took another sip of his beer before settling it back down on the table. Drumming the fingers of his left hand against the table once in succession from pinky to pointer. His brain kind of drawing a blank. Small talk small talk. Never truly his strong suit. Zascha could bullshit his way for the most part but sitting face to face with her like this...

"So... you look nice today. I just thought I would put that out there."

He smiled, catching her blush but making no indication of notice. It wasn't an over bearing blush, one that took complete control of her face. But one that made her look lovelier. It was hard to describe.

Oh s**t.

Had she suddenly caught amnesia or something? Oh man, had she bumped her head somewhere? Zascha had heard of people who with just the slightest tap to the head would forget who or where they were and he started to look a little worried.

But...well he shouldn't jump to conclusions. Just play it cool. Maybe her memory would just come back. He was just being irrational. Yea yea, that was it. "I'm not sure what you mean? Having dinner?"

Oh.

Well, he was glad it wasn't amnesia. Zascha could better deal with this now knowing that fact. It took a load off his shoulders. Plus it would have kind of sucked if she had forgotten everything that they had done today. It was pretty fun actually. He couldn't remember how long it had been since the last time he'd laughed so much. Or how good it felt just to spend time with another person.

No business involved. Just shooting the s**t.

The look of concern quickly turned into a blank stare and just as quickly to the next expression of awkward nervousness as his own emotions quickly processed in his head. He scratched at the side of his face with one finger, not really wanting to presume.

"Do you want it to be?"

Green eyes flickered to the napkin she was tearing up. Now he was making her feel awkward with his awkwardness. That wasn't good.

He took a mental breath, clearing his thoughts before he gave her a soft smile. Reaching across the table, he clasped one hand over hers to stop her from tearing the poor napkin into even tinier bits.

"Then its a date."

Chuckling, he gave her hand a firm squeeze. Locking eyes with her, he leaned in close over the table. His face just a few inches from hers, he tilted his head just slightly.

"Now," He whispered. "We relax and eat because our dinner is here." And just as he sat back their waitress arrived with their food. Releasing her hand with one last small squeeze, he unfolded his own napkin. Laying it in his lap. When his plate was settled in front of him a look of pure joy came to his face as he took a long sniff.

Ah yes. He was so ready for this.

It wasn't long before time slipped away Though it was easy to loose track when you had good food and good company.

But for now it was time to go back to Deus. To return to the grind stone. At least they could have a good time for one night. Zascha stepped back through the portal to the light house, a small frown tugged at the corner of his lips to be here again but he quickly tucked it away. Replacing it with a light smile.

Turning he waited for Harlow to come through. "Guess we better get the young lady back to her dorm before the nanny's figure out she's stayed out past her bed time."

"Yeaaaa reading." He rubbed at the back of his neck. Probably should do some of that himself sometime. Though he preferred a more on hands experience than learning from a book. But he guessed book smarts came in hand from time to time.

Although with past experiences so far with Deus, nothing he ever read in any book or pamphlet ever prepared him for what he had come across.

"You're welcome. We should do this again sometime. Soon."