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
( ... )
"I should be especially careful, then," she mused thoughtfully. "Not all of us can get up and walk away from those sorts of things." She smiled, none the less, and tapped her glass to Jack's. "Cheers!"
"Just me," Jack said. "And the lucky." And he took a sip of his drink when the waiter arrived with the food. "Luckily, I don't have to worry about you getting hit by one, I don't think that it's a common thing."
Pepper chuckled and shook her head. "Don't say things like that. You'll jinx me!" She nodded her thanks when the waiter brought their meals, then carefully laid out the linen napkin on her lap.
"Should a freak accident involving an ice cream truck occur," she teased with a smile. She let the warning hang, letting Jack imagine whatever consequence suited him. Pepper turned her attention to her meal. Despite living out the hotel, she had yet to eat in it's very swanky restaurant.
Damn right he'd take the blame! Pepper would never forget it. After the first few bites, she set her fork aside and took a sip of her wine. "How is it?"
"Delicious, of course." He smiled and drank from his cup. "It reminds me, if you find a good coffee place that isn't Starbucks..." he was spoiled on coffee.
She wrinkled her nose. "Starbucks has ruined coffee," Pepper declared. So many people wouldn't know a decent cup of coffee because of that chain. "If I find some place, you'll be the first to know, Jack."
"Oh, I know. I tried it once." Of course, Jack was someone who only really liked coffee. "And it's appreciated. I've found a couple places that are...alright."
"I don't know how Tony can drink that stuff. We always kept the best beans in the house." She shook her head and sighed. "Chain store coffee is like drinking a fifteen dollar bottle of a wine. Not even worth the effort."
"It's a waste of money." Plus they just weren't strong enough for Jack. "I'm spoiled with coffee. And tea. Don't like tea as much. That's not very Welsh of me, is it?"
"You don't sound Welsh," Pepper commented. Not that she could pin-point a Welsh accent if she heard one, but she was fairly certain he sounded like an American. Midwestern, even.
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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