Closed; Is It Valentines Day?

[daphne_x]

Something had shifted out in Barcelona with Cormac and it was so faint, so subtle, that Daphne barely even noticed until it happened. After that first night their weekend went on as planned, long days spent rolling around in the sheets with quiet lulls and stolen, softer moments. It was exciting but also extremely comforting, sharing a piece of her

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[mclaggenator]

As Daphne worked at the buttons of her coat, Cormac stepped behind her, his broad hands moving to remove the coat from her shoulders. His eyes took in how busy it was, the chaos hovering in the waiting room as the two of them stood there. His brows furrowed, knowing full well it was a Friday night, but never seeing it this bonkers. He handed her coat and his own to the coat check with a polite nod before turning back to Daphne.

"Brilliant," he said, offering her a warm smile.

He had begun to see her in a different light since Barcelona. Somehow, their quiet conversations in bed had taken his curiosity with her to a whole new level. She was just so mind-blowing- in every sense of the word.

"It's a bit busy in here, isn't it?" he asked. "Don't think I've ever seen it so crowded-"

[daphne_x]

While Daphne knew that Cormac came from a well-off pureblood family, despite the fact that their families had not run in the same exclusive circles, it always took her by surprise that his manners were impeccable. It was surprisingly sexy to have a few doors opened, chairs pulled out, and, now, have her jacket taken care of. They were very small gestures, perhaps forgotten or unnoticed by many in this day and age, but they were important to her and he did because they were second natural, because he grew up in the same world as she did.

"Extremely busy and not the usual crowd," she noticed, side stepping a younger couple that didn't seem to really understand the unspoken dress code, dressed in jeans and trainers.

Daphne took a step closer to Cormac, slipping her hand into his as she avoided being knocked into.

[mclaggenator]

Every one of those gestures came to Cormac like they were second nature, his mother so long instilling those actions into him he hardly thought about them anymore. But if they made Daphne happy, he certainly found no reason not to continue them. When her happiness began to mean so much to him, he wasn't sure.

He gripped at her hand, his other arm reaching up around her waist as she stepped out of the way of the couple moving past them. He all but rolled his eyes at the teenagers, shaking his head with sigh.

"I noticed that as well-" he said, brow furrowing. "Rather peculiar-"

[daphne_x]

"There should be somebody checking dress code at the door," Daphne noted, not even bothering to lower her voice down into a whisper as she looked yet another couple up and down.

Trainers in a French Bistro- really?

As if to prove a point, Daphne ran her hand over her Chanel dress, her favorite little back dress that was tastefully tailored just for her, before straightening out her strand of pearls. Simple, classic, elegant.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed and she held the younger girls' gaze for a long moment, a smirk pulling at her lips.

"Miss Greengrass?" the hostess made her way over to the pair, a bright (and slightly apologetic) on her face. "Your usual table is ready."