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[notverywise]

It's not a date

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[makeafairfight]

It's not a date. Cameron would hope that, were he to ask Jenny out, he wouldn't be so disingenuous as to do so this way. Granted, this offers less chance of rejection - not something, admittedly, he often worries about, but, when she's one of the few friends he has here, certainly an outcome which carries more weight than usual. Anyway, it wouldn't be fair to Jenny

[notverywise]

Jenny couldn't resist smiling even if she wanted to, just at the very sight of him, though it isn't like she'd have expected him to stand her up or be late. He's not the type for either, not in her mind. It's just that it's good to see him, maybe even more so now than it would be on any other occasion, no matter if this is meant to be something completely normal (it's what friends do, she tells herself, they go out and have meals like this. She's not anything special, even if just being in his company has a tendency to sometimes make her feel as if she is). For that fact alone, she can even appreciate it, caring about him enough to ignore the rapidfire beating of her heart like it wants to get out but is being restrained by the cage of her ribs. It's not a date, and she doesn't have to let the fact of that get in the way

[makeafairfight]

"Oh, thank you," Cameron says, mostly inclined to wave it off, but too polite not to at least acknowledge the compliment. She hardly has to worry about overdressing, and it looks good on her, she looks good, but he doesn't want to go on circles on that or risk saying something he shouldn't. It wouldn't be fair to her, he reminds himself. For himself, he doesn't care, but he has to be considerate of her.

"The, uh, the waitress should be around in a minute or two," he adds, sliding a menu towards her. "This is a nice little place."

[notverywise]

"It is, isn't it?" Jenny says, casting a glance around the room with a crooked, almost curious little smile. It's much smaller, plainer, than the restaurants she'd grown accustomed to frequenting back home, but that's probably a good thing, especially here with him; anyway, it really does have its own quaint charm. That no one pays for anything remains a mystery to her, but hardly what she wants to lead into conversation with right now. Interested in the overall subject as she knows he is, this isn't the time for that. Turning back towards Cameron again, she opens the menu, though she barely skims over it. He says a minute or two, but there's no real rush. "Surprisingly so, given where we all are. A lot of work must have gone into it, I'd imagine."