Date: 2024-01-22 11:30 am (UTC)
schmisse: (✧ puppets)
From: [personal profile] schmisse
Right, my apologies. It's a force of habit.

[ With so many people she's met being so tall, it doesn't really come off as a shock to her anymore. Weiss accepts the arm extended to her, though she does not link her arm with his, instead merely slipping her hand where his arm bends. It might be awkward for him otherwise, having to bend his arm a certain way.

She signals for the receptionist's attention, and fortunately, their table hasn't been given away! In they go, with menus already placed on the table as they're escorted to it. It's a quaint place— the lights are dim, and the music is faint.

Once seated, she's quick to look at the menu, though she does not order just yet. Blue eyes flicker over to Jing Yuan's, hoping to meet his gaze. She knows what she wants to try, of course— the items he'd suggested yesterday— but she also remembers that this place serves special wines. While it isn't her beverage of choice, she does tell herself to act a bit more mature than usual. She can't always have cocktails, after all. ]


Did you try the wines that were served here last time?
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