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Who: Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes
What: A date.
Where: The Parthenon, a Greek restaurant
Harvey stood awkwardly in the dimly lit foyer of The Parthenon, every instinct screaming for him to flee. He glanced down at his bright-eyed companion, an irresistible smile plastered on her pretty face.
Oh God, Harvey sighed to himself. What in the hell made me think this was a good idea?!
It wasn't that Harvey didn't want to spend time with Rachel, it was that he didn't know how. He hadn't dated a woman in quite some time - not since Pepper, anyway, and even that had only been moderately successful, in as much as he'd actually slept with her. So yeah, Harvey realized, he could date. Just not... seriously. And not anyone who he actually cared about. Harvey had learned through many difficult and painful experiences that the easiest way to kill a relationship - or a loved one - would be to date.
"Two, non-smoking," he said abruptly to the maître d, just now aware of the man's presence. He reluctantly followed him to a small round table in the corner, feeling distinctly as though each step was leading him to his doom.
What: A date.
Where: The Parthenon, a Greek restaurant
Harvey stood awkwardly in the dimly lit foyer of The Parthenon, every instinct screaming for him to flee. He glanced down at his bright-eyed companion, an irresistible smile plastered on her pretty face.
Oh God, Harvey sighed to himself. What in the hell made me think this was a good idea?!
It wasn't that Harvey didn't want to spend time with Rachel, it was that he didn't know how. He hadn't dated a woman in quite some time - not since Pepper, anyway, and even that had only been moderately successful, in as much as he'd actually slept with her. So yeah, Harvey realized, he could date. Just not... seriously. And not anyone who he actually cared about. Harvey had learned through many difficult and painful experiences that the easiest way to kill a relationship - or a loved one - would be to date.
"Two, non-smoking," he said abruptly to the maître d, just now aware of the man's presence. He reluctantly followed him to a small round table in the corner, feeling distinctly as though each step was leading him to his doom.