(Davin - Backdated 2/14)
Feb. 16th, 2015 07:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesthornValentine's Day is a holiday that James hasn't needed to worry about for a long time, and he wishes now that the night is here that he'd been given more time to come up with something better than just dinner. However, he hasn't been seeing Davin long and by the time he needed to make arrangements almost every good restaurant in town is booked. He could've thrown his family's name around to secure a table, but he decided after that pretentious dinner party at Thornton Estate that what they needed is a casual dinner, just the two of them, where they can just talk.
That's why on a whim a couple days ago he'd called up the woman---Lilly---he'd hired to cater his father's party and asked if she'd be interested in cooking a private dinner and offered to pay her double her rate to make it worth her time. The good thing is since Davin helped him pick the food for his father, she already knows his tastes and James is hoping the food will be perfect. The other good thing is since he has to work a long shift down at the station, Lilly is in charge of making all the arrangements unlike all the running around he'd needed to do for that dreadful party. He leaves work, makes it home to change into a nice shirt and jeans, and at precisely eight o'clock on the dot, he pulls up to Davin's block.
Lilly is waiting with an armful of grocery bags, and she smiles when she sees James step out of his car. With a waggle of eyebrows and a wolf whistle, she calls him over. "Did you just step out of a magazine?" she asks him, grinning. She tugs him by the sleeve. "Come on lets go sweep that hot Irishman of his feet.
"This is okay?" James asks gesturing at his plaid shirt. He wasn't sure what to wear because he didn't tell Davin they were having dinner, and he didn't want to be over-dressed. She just gives him a look. "Fine, okay. Fine. Let's go." He directs her towards the staircase that leads from Sweet Maddy's up to Davin's balcony.
With a brief pause and a big breath, he knocks on the door and waits for Davin to answer.
That's why on a whim a couple days ago he'd called up the woman---Lilly---he'd hired to cater his father's party and asked if she'd be interested in cooking a private dinner and offered to pay her double her rate to make it worth her time. The good thing is since Davin helped him pick the food for his father, she already knows his tastes and James is hoping the food will be perfect. The other good thing is since he has to work a long shift down at the station, Lilly is in charge of making all the arrangements unlike all the running around he'd needed to do for that dreadful party. He leaves work, makes it home to change into a nice shirt and jeans, and at precisely eight o'clock on the dot, he pulls up to Davin's block.
Lilly is waiting with an armful of grocery bags, and she smiles when she sees James step out of his car. With a waggle of eyebrows and a wolf whistle, she calls him over. "Did you just step out of a magazine?" she asks him, grinning. She tugs him by the sleeve. "Come on lets go sweep that hot Irishman of his feet.
"This is okay?" James asks gesturing at his plaid shirt. He wasn't sure what to wear because he didn't tell Davin they were having dinner, and he didn't want to be over-dressed. She just gives him a look. "Fine, okay. Fine. Let's go." He directs her towards the staircase that leads from Sweet Maddy's up to Davin's balcony.
With a brief pause and a big breath, he knocks on the door and waits for Davin to answer.
