Jack arrived a few minutes early so he could get the car parked. He gave the keys to a valet with the very strict order that if it came back with scratches to him, or any sort of damage - he would know. And that he would inflict bodily harm. The car was new, after all.
How he dressed wasn't a far-cry from his normal attire. He wore a tie with a blue shirt, the nicer of his coats, and dress pants. It was suitable for a nice place like this hotel she was staying at. The restaurant there, Nightlife, seemed quite nice. And on passing it (taking a slight detour) he changed any plans he had made and decided to take her there. Somewhere they could walk to would be nice. It was difficult to have conversations when he was driving (the added bonus of him not having driven on the right side of the road for more than ten years made him slightly lose his touch
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"I'm sure it won't be a problem," Jack said with a smile. He knew that blending in was easy for him, but was certain it wasn't that way for everyone. He got the impression from what she said that maybe it wasn't so easy for her.
A soft smile curved her lips and Pepper bobbed her head in agreement. "I think I'm off to a good start. Dinner plans, already making friends. Now I just need to get an apartment and I'll be well on my way."
"What sort of apartment are you looking for?" Jack asked. He knew of several apartments in the area he lived in that she may like. "I mean, big, small. More like a loft or a penthouse?"
"I'm not terribly particular," Pepper admitted. "It needs to be relatively safe -- you know, working locks, not a terrible neighbourhood. Um, working plumbing, preferably with a washer and dryer in the apartment or, at least, on-site."
"Then I probably have a few numbers and addresses that you could use," he offered. He knew how hard it was to find a new place. He leaned forward onto the table. "That's the hardest part of moving."
"I'd appreciate it." She brushed a stray bit hair behind an ear and smile gently. "I've just been looking in those for-rent catalogues, but having someone who can recommend a place is a lot more comforting."
Jack agreed with a nod. "It is. I've been helping a few friends get places." Given that most of them ended up at his own place. He flirted as the waiter dropped off their drinks. Jack looked to Pepper to see if she was ready to order.
"Thank you," she murmured. Any help at all in a strange city was welcomed. Pepper nodded thanks to the waiter and skimmed the menu once more before ordering one of the handful of vegetarian dishes.
"I'm just getting settled in, actually," Pepper admitted. Her things were slowly arriving from Malibu, so she was trying to find places for everything in her hotel room. Even with a suite it was getting a little crowded. "I've tried a few restaurants near the office and I'm in the process of sampling every place that will deliver."
Pepper laughed quietly. "I can usually manage to snag a co-worker to go along for lunch. One of the benefits of being new to a city, people are eager to tell you what's good about it."
"New York City is filled with insane taxi drivers, ice cream truck drivers, and all sorts of other things." Jack laughed a little bit at the thought. His experiences had been good over all, but he could understand a preference for a small city. "I wouldn't say that it's that great. But I'm biased."
"I haven't run into any of those ice cream trucks yet," Pepper quipped. She picked up her glass and lifted it. "Here's to avoided the insane drivers of New York from today forward."
How he dressed wasn't a far-cry from his normal attire. He wore a tie with a blue shirt, the nicer of his coats, and dress pants. It was suitable for a nice place like this hotel she was staying at. The restaurant there, Nightlife, seemed quite nice. And on passing it (taking a slight detour) he changed any plans he had made and decided to take her there. Somewhere they could walk to would be nice. It was difficult to have conversations when he was driving (the added bonus of him not having driven on the right side of the road for more than ten years made him slightly lose his touch ( ... )
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