Darlington sips his wine as she studies the menu, not expecting her to suggest anything different than their usual but happy to give her the opportunity. That gentle, unexpected pressure against his shoulder gets him to look over, taking in the sweep of her dark hair, the curve of her cheek as she leans there. The corner of his mouth lifts, nearly involuntary, and he looks away again.
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Date: 2019-11-17 07:54 pm (UTC)"Same thing as always, Stern, or something new?"