Zach was, inexplicably, nervous. There was no reason to be nervous, not when he already knew that Hannah fancied him, but he was.
"You're being ridiculous, Smith," he told himself firmly, and smoothed down his good shirt and slacks before stepping towards the Floo. Perhaps he should have worn a tie. Oh well, too late for that now.
"Hannah's flat!" he called, and closed his eyes against the ash and swirling feeling as he disappeared.
All of his nervousness evaporated when he saw Hannah. She looked amazing, he had never pegged her for a black strapless dress sort of girl. Not that he minded. At ALL.
"Hey," he greeted her easily, patting his shirt pocket to be sure the tickets were there. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah," Hannah smiled, looking him up and down. Wow, she thought to herself. He looks good. Flashing him another bright smile, she turned to go down the hallway. "Just let me grab my purse."
Less than a minute later, she came back out holding a satin black clutch purse with a yellow clip matching the ribbon on her dress. "All set," she said brightly. "Where are we eating?"
Zach's grin widened when she looked him over. He knew he looked fabulous.
"Well, gorgeous," he said, holding out his arm, "We're headed to Giovanni's. One of the few nice places in town that still tolerates my presence," he added with a wink. "I hope that suits."
Hannah laughed and hooked her arm through his. "Well that sounds fabulous. I've heard of it, but never been there. I don't exactly make that kind of money as a bar maid."
Her eyes got wide as she set her fork down and took the book to flip through it. Sure enough, it was the collective works of Shakespeare. "Shakespeare? He's five. I don't even understand Shakespeare. But you can have fun reading it to him."
Zach smirked briefly before imitating her, eyelids fluttering as he swallowed and then licked his lips. "Would it be horrible of me to say I told you so?"
Zach sighed inwardly. No one ever asked about his middle name, and he only got the chance to introduce himself by full name every once in a while. Ah, well, perhaps he'd have another chance later.
"We should," he agreed, getting to his feet. He set a small coin purse on the table, including a generous tip, and held out an arm to her. "Shall we?"
Zach led the way to the Floo and called out their destination. He found their seats easily and settled into them happily to the play.
He did so love The Taming of the Shrew, and the musical, modernised version was even better. For one thing, he identified with the male lead better (it would be so awesome to get into debt with gangsters, so macho!), whereas before he had mostly sympathised with Katherine, the shrew. Bitchy people got such a rough lot sometimes.
Afterwards, he led the way out of the theatre with a smile on his face. "So what did you think?" he asked Hannah, eager to hear her review. "Can I take you out for a drink to discuss it, or do you have to get home?"
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"You're being ridiculous, Smith," he told himself firmly, and smoothed down his good shirt and slacks before stepping towards the Floo. Perhaps he should have worn a tie. Oh well, too late for that now.
"Hannah's flat!" he called, and closed his eyes against the ash and swirling feeling as he disappeared.
All of his nervousness evaporated when he saw Hannah. She looked amazing, he had never pegged her for a black strapless dress sort of girl. Not that he minded. At ALL.
"Hey," he greeted her easily, patting his shirt pocket to be sure the tickets were there. "Are you ready to go?"
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Less than a minute later, she came back out holding a satin black clutch purse with a yellow clip matching the ribbon on her dress. "All set," she said brightly. "Where are we eating?"
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"Well, gorgeous," he said, holding out his arm, "We're headed to Giovanni's. One of the few nice places in town that still tolerates my presence," he added with a wink. "I hope that suits."
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"We should," he agreed, getting to his feet. He set a small coin purse on the table, including a generous tip, and held out an arm to her. "Shall we?"
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He did so love The Taming of the Shrew, and the musical, modernised version was even better. For one thing, he identified with the male lead better (it would be so awesome to get into debt with gangsters, so macho!), whereas before he had mostly sympathised with Katherine, the shrew. Bitchy people got such a rough lot sometimes.
Afterwards, he led the way out of the theatre with a smile on his face. "So what did you think?" he asked Hannah, eager to hear her review. "Can I take you out for a drink to discuss it, or do you have to get home?"
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