Can't we just stay like this...just a little longer?

[puisne_turk]

Who: Elena and Reeve (Jenova tags along for the ride)
When: The evening between  here and breaking out Nekkiroth
Location: Local resturant, Gongaga
Rating: R - M (Depends on how Reeve behaves ^.~)
Summary: Elena has boldly invited Reeve out to dinner before he leaves for Edge.

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Reeve was not much better off in those hours before meeting Elena once again. It was silly, yes. Did that stop this feeling, no.

Logic would have it that the two had only just shared a nice walk where everything had been fine (aside from the whole 'I'm leaving' comment and being asked out on a date... there were those things, admittedly) and it was not as if they hadn't spent a lot of time in each other's company recently.

Yet, internally, Reeve was churning. His favourite fountain pen consequently had taken a bit of a bashing from his overly distracted tapping twitch during the handover meeting. Back now, in the temporary room at Gongaga that had been assigned him, the brown-haired man sighed gently as he stared at the broken nib. There was also a rather pretty ink-spill at his chest (even his mother could not get ink stains out of clothes, though Reeve was sure she would have thanked all and any summon if she could have).

Placing the pen down in the luggage he had packed, he ran a hand through his hair, shook his head, stripped and proceeded to shower. Drying his hair, trimming his beard and moving back out to the room Reeve took one look at the stained shirt, the blue suit and packed them away. Unzipping a clothes bag still on the hanger he pulled out a fresh shirt alongside jacket and trousers both coloured a subtle mossy green.

He'd been told before it brought out his eyes, though he was somewhat unsure of the truth of that statement. Fact was, it was not the dark blue cut that the Turks wore. Because of that it meant more to Reeve, and that was nothing to do with vanity.

Making his way to the designated destination - Gongaga never had restaurants before he mused with somewhat a nostalgic look (one thing could be said for Shinra, they liked to develop areas for better or worse) - he rounded past a small hut and stopped abruptly.

Where there had been a sense of churning before...

Pausing for a few seconds as he took in the sight of Elena, resplendant in a gold that offset her natural colours and the ambience of the sunset, Reeve swallowed. Drawing a deep breath he willed his limbs to move (now he knew why later models of Cait Sith mardied at him during basic motor training...) and approached Elena, feeling a smile break naturally upon his lips that he honestly hoped did not make him look at all goofy.

"Elena. You look..." Like not a Turk? Different? Amazing? No- no- no- "Lovely." The smile that had arisen so naturally froze as Reeve dropped kicked his own head, mentally "...Not that you don't normally." Exasperated, his forehead crinkled slightly as he made a slight noise, checking himself with a clear of his throat, voice carrying then in a more polished deep tone "The colour really suits you... Shall we go inside?"

[puisne_turk]

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes of waiting and fussing, primping and sighing before Elena caught sight of Reeve and the anxiety and nervousness calmed for a moment. He was striking in the mossy green suit, masculinity reverberating from top to toe, and it was a perfect contrast for the dark locks of his hair. Heat flashed beneath her cheeks, feeling very much female and awkward and delighted that he had taken her invitation with the same sense of importance.

It dawned on her suddenly that they had both paused, eyeing each other up like two opponents ready to fight. Hadn't Reno once said that dating was like going into a fight - that same nervousness and excitement of the unexpected was prevalent in both. Then again, Reno is Reno. That man lives for excitement, however he can get it.

Aware that he was moving towards her, Elena brushed back a stray hair behind her ear, trying to look a little less like the over-eager, nervous school girl going on her first date. But no matter how she tried, a shy but eager smile could not be smoothed away. Which was for the best, he was grinning as much as she was.

"Elena. You look...lovely...not that you don't normally."

For a second she paused, mind processing his words before she giggled. That was the Reeve she found utterly charming. "Thank you, Reeve. You clean up nicely yourself."

And here Elena kicked herself for understating the obvious. The man didn't just 'clean up nicely'. He was downright handsome, stepping straight out GQ magazine, and she was second-guessing the whole dinner idea. Women were sure to notice and stare. And what if a few bold ones were to come over and try for his attentions? And me without my 9mm.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," she answered, wrapping an arm loosely around his. She could, at the very least, start off with the impression that he was hers - if just for the evening. "Has anybody told you that green is a great color for you?"