The Second Date
Jul. 8th, 2006 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidleGreg had chosen their destination since she had opted for the diner last time.
Knowing Greg, it would be unusual. The museum of numismatics certainly fit the bill. She knew he was a collector, but hadn't realized how much he truly enjoyed it.
Learn something new every day. Watching his face light up once they were in the exhibits was almost as entertaining as watching various frazzled parents corral their children.
"I hope you weren't too bored," he said afterwards, looking pleased when she took his hand in the parking lot.
"If I'd been bored, I would have been showing the security guards the flaws in their systems," she said pointedly. "Did I do that?"
"Not that I saw," he conceded. "Sara, I was wondering...I know it's July and all but...well, assuming we get there..."
"Spit it out, Greg." She was amused.
"Would you come home with me for Thanksgiving? Nana Olaf makes a mean vegetarian loaf..."
There was no mistaking the boyish anticipation on his face. She felt her heart contract.
"Go home with you as your what?"
They hadn't put a label on what they were, other than conceding that it was worthwhile to see where things were going.
Softer, "My Sara?" Seeing the stunned look on her face, "I'm pushing too fast. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
And she smiled, leaning forward and effectively shutting him up.
"I'd love to," she said afterwards.
Knowing Greg, it would be unusual. The museum of numismatics certainly fit the bill. She knew he was a collector, but hadn't realized how much he truly enjoyed it.
Learn something new every day. Watching his face light up once they were in the exhibits was almost as entertaining as watching various frazzled parents corral their children.
"I hope you weren't too bored," he said afterwards, looking pleased when she took his hand in the parking lot.
"If I'd been bored, I would have been showing the security guards the flaws in their systems," she said pointedly. "Did I do that?"
"Not that I saw," he conceded. "Sara, I was wondering...I know it's July and all but...well, assuming we get there..."
"Spit it out, Greg." She was amused.
"Would you come home with me for Thanksgiving? Nana Olaf makes a mean vegetarian loaf..."
There was no mistaking the boyish anticipation on his face. She felt her heart contract.
"Go home with you as your what?"
They hadn't put a label on what they were, other than conceding that it was worthwhile to see where things were going.
Softer, "My Sara?" Seeing the stunned look on her face, "I'm pushing too fast. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
And she smiled, leaning forward and effectively shutting him up.
"I'd love to," she said afterwards.
