To say that Zatanna was nervous would pretty much be an understatement. At this very moment, she'd be less terrified of being surrounded by an army of hell's finest. Still, she'd made a promise, and she was going to keep it. So here she was, waiting a table inside of one of San Francisco's finest seafood restaurants, at a table overlooking the
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He's cleaned up and he's in a suit.
Being the King of Atlantis must be good for something as the suit looks good on him - very good. He joins her at the table, "I'm sorry that I am late."
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Carefully, he takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it, "Again, I apologize for making you wait for me." Straightening, he pulls her chair back out for her.
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