Not bad at all. [Rory is a very clumsy romantic at that.] It is inside, of course. [He knows better, even if he dressed only slightly more appropriately for the weather. Even a suit is not particularly warm in the winter.]
There's plenty of places inside. I made sure. [He really did not want to mess this up.]
[ Amy raises a teasing eyebrow at him. ] Unlike that time you forgot to make reservations and we ended up in some completely random pub? You should've just stuck to drawing me a Valentine with crayons that year, like you did when we were kids - till you decided that girls were icky and romance was gross. [ pause ] How old were you when you grew out of that, seventeen? [ she's kidding. really. ]
I thought I had called, though. [To be fair, he's had a crush on Amy since he was old enough to have crushes.] And you were never icky. Just other girls.
's all right, though, really. It's the company that matters, and all that. And, really, I've had worse. [ Amy fails at being comforting. ] 'Least you grew out of it, though, unlike some blokes I could name.
[Ever feel like you're being watched? That creeping sensation up the back of your neck where every last hair stands on end?
She doesn't really blend in with the rest of the crowd around here. Maybe it's all that black leather. Maybe it's that dour expression. Either way, she's leaning against the wall of the building attached to the cafe, smoking a cigarette. And listening to every word they say.]
[ Amy pulls a face at him for a moment before she leans up and kisses him on the cheek. ] Rory, don't be like that. You know what I- [She pauses, feeling something distinctly weird, and pulls away from Rory for a second to look around. At the edge of the streetlights' glow, she can just barely see someone in the shadows, and a wisp of cigarette smoke curling upwards.
Amy rubs her arms for a moment - though it has nothing to do with the temperature - and frowns. She's being silly; there's no reason why anybody would be watching them.]
Let's head inside now, yeah? I could do with something warm to drink.
[Amy follows Rory in, but keeps glancing back over her shoulder, like she expects Bad Things to happen. The restaurant is quite a bit warmer than it is outside, but she's still got goosebumps on her arms. She knows it's silly, but she scoots closer to Rory just in case.]
There's plenty of places inside. I made sure. [He really did not want to mess this up.]
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She doesn't really blend in with the rest of the crowd around here. Maybe it's all that black leather. Maybe it's that dour expression. Either way, she's leaning against the wall of the building attached to the cafe, smoking a cigarette. And listening to every word they say.]
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Amy rubs her arms for a moment - though it has nothing to do with the temperature - and frowns. She's being silly; there's no reason why anybody would be watching them.]
Let's head inside now, yeah? I could do with something warm to drink.
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Tea, maybe? [he moves towards the hostess and introduces himself to her~]
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