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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 21:18:33 GMT -5
She looked up at him as they walked. "So...am I still not allowed to know where we're going?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 21:24:44 GMT -5
"You will see," ::Pietro replied, as he walked her down the sidewalk. They had nearly arrived.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 21:35:02 GMT -5
She shook her head but with a smile on her face. "Fair enough. I'll play along."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 21:39:51 GMT -5
"Good." ::Pietro was satisfied with that, and he led her down the street. They turned onto the proper block and they found themselves in front of the Per Se restaurant.:: "Here we are."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 21:46:40 GMT -5
She looked in through the windows, it seemed like a quiet place, with some understated elegance added to that. In New York, that meant it was expensive. "Are you sure?" she asked, surprised.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 21:48:26 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in affirmation. He had made this decision months ago and he was certain of the expense. It was well-worth it, because he knew she would like it.:: "I have been saving."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 21:53:00 GMT -5
She held up a hand to his cheek. They'd grown close in their relationship, but despite that it still surprised her to have found someone who treated her as he did, as if she were priceless. "Thank you, love."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 22:19:57 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned into the touch, turning his cheek slightly to press against her palm. He also gave her a small smile.:: "You are welcome."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 22:26:41 GMT -5
He'd smiled, which was such a rare occurrence that she knew he'd spent much time planning this. She withdrew her hand and took his arm again.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 22:31:24 GMT -5
::With her once more on his arm, Pietro walked with her through the entrance of the restaurant. He approached the maitre'd and gave his name and the reservation time.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 22:37:32 GMT -5
Once they were seated, Ty folded her hands on the table. "Should we give our gifts now, or wait?" she asked, with a half smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 22:39:00 GMT -5
"Wait, if you do not mind." ::Pietro had wanted to at least put in the order for drinks and food before they exchanged their presents. He could adapt if she had a strong preference, however.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 22:42:48 GMT -5
She didn't have much of a preference, and so she simply nodded. "If you'd like."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 24, 2010 22:47:56 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded as they had made an agreement and he flagged the waiter down to take drink orders.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 24, 2010 23:04:22 GMT -5
Ty asked for a glass of white wine, not wanting anything particularly stronger.
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