Fancy-Schmancy Restaurant, Mainland, Early Friday Evening.

[by137]

A.J. really couldn't tell if the cab driver was more relieved that he'd finally rolled up to A.J. and Beauty's destination or if he'd been somewhat amused or if he couldn't even understand the two of them as they, typically, practically did not stop talking about random crap the whole way there. When they pulled up, A.J. told Beauty to hold on a moment as he paid their fare, slid out, and hurried out to the other side so he could hold the door open for his (oh man) date, on offer his arm to assist her over toward the door of the really nice restaurant where he'd gotten reservations. And he couldn't help grinning like a dork the whole time.

[[ for the lovely comelyhonour, of course! NFB because of diiiistance, la ]]