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[badblood_rising]

He still felt nervous. A voice inside his head said that was ridiculous, but the voice wasn't strong enough to make the butterflies in Sam's stomach go away. He wasn't the most creative of date-makers, especially not on the first go, so there wasn't really much. Dinner on the beach, a bonfire, maybe a night swim or a stroll. He wanted simple.

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[blondrussianspy]

Natalya didn't actually think she'd been on a real date until after she was married. Not until she and Rodya were returned to Moscow together did they get the chance to go out the way normal couples had. Even if it hadn't been ages ago, the local was so different, that she had no idea what to wear anymore. Practicality generally won out with her, so she opted for the jeans that had been washed so much they were almost silver in their faded blue and a black shirt that she'd had to really dig for that gathered at the neck and tied in a thick band at the waist, and was completely backless. She tied her hair back, a bit messily, and headed for the stretch of beach Sam had specified

[badblood_rising]

He had his eyes on her and moved forward to meet her, feeling again that stupid awkwardness. There was an established script for dates but they were without it, mostly, around here. He reminded himself that it didn't really matter.

"Dobryi vecher," Sam replied. It was one of those phrases that he had picked up over time and even now he didn't flub it, though his accent was still miserable. His eyes traveled over her briefly, and the sight brought a tiny smile to the corner of his mouth. "You look nice." Not too dressed up, but just about right for some time on the beach.

[blondrussianspy]

"Ehm, spasiba," she said, ducking her head slightly and lifting a hand to absently push her fingers back through her hair, behind her ear. She was pretty sure that sensation of low-level anxiety and being unsure was supposed to be pleasant. At the moment she was largely terrified that she was going to blush.

"This is- lovely," Natalya said, gesturing to the spread before returning her gaze to Sam's face, her own a mix of impressed and almost incredulous. It was simple, but carefully done, which was how she preferred things. Maybe she should tell him so. She would have to organize the right words.

[badblood_rising]

His first instinct was to shrug. Everything worked like he wanted it to, but Sam couldn't be sure he would chose this kind of setup if they were back home, in a normal setting, with other options at their disposal. But if they were back home, they would never have met, so he tried to let go of that preoccupation.

"Thanks," he said, slightly proud and pleased even though it was coupled with the shrug. "Um, dinner's still warm so I figured we could eat that as the sun set. Unless you're not hungry or something."