Taste of Thai, Wednesday Evening

[steel_not_glass]

Cindy had taken care to dress nicely for her office hours, since she had planned to head directly to the restaurant after she closed up her office. "Table for two," she told the hostess on duty. "I made a reservation for Perrault

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[one_who_goes]

Henry raised his eyebrows when he spotted Cindy with the hostess. He hoped there wasn't any problem with the reservation.

He hadn't bought flowers this time, but he had changed his tie after work, and put on a jacket even though the air was still warm. He figured that counted as making an effort.

"Is everything ready for us?" he asked Cindy.

[steel_not_glass]

Cindy was kind of hoping that he'd brought pictures of Alba in his pocket again, though. She was more interested in those than flowers anyway.

"All set," Cindy replied, turning an appreciative smile towards Henry. "Perfect timing, actually. I've just been told that our table was ready for us whenever we want to sit."

[one_who_goes]

"I," Henry said, offering his arm, "am excellent at eating. So that sounds about perfect."

He had pictures tucked away on his phone, yes.

[steel_not_glass]

Cindy slid her arm through his and followed the hostess into the dining room. "They'd better have vegetables," she murmured to him in an undertone. "As opposed to the night I tried getting dinner for us."