Characters: Apollo and Cassandra
Setting/Location: The lookout, at night
Date & Time: Day 62, evening
Warnings: Sexual tension
Summary: Dinner. With some schmucks.
Apparently, in the future of Earth, dinner for two people was considered to be very romantic. At first, Apollo hadn't understood the appeal. Putting food into your mouth and chewing it up in front of another person while trying to make conversation--well, that just seemed awkward, and not very attractive.
Still, he'd put work into it--cooked pasta and some meat that had been gathered in the last town, and sliced up some bread with butter. He'd lugged it all up to the lookout, poured some wine, and lit candles--all according to information he'd gathered from reading journals and overhearing conversations. Really, now that Apollo stood by the door and examined the pretty effect of the dim candle glow in the dark of night, he had to admit that he understood the romance of it.
It had been a long time since he'd really tried to woo a woman. Usually, if they weren't immediately interested, he'd just force himself upon them. He hoped Cassandra would appreciate all this effort.