I grinned. Admittedly I was a bit nervous, but she didn't seem put-off by my question and even encouraged the conversation. Her pedigree notwithstanding, it all seemed pretty natural. I slid a bit closer, my dark eyes locked on her blue-eyed gaze as she awaited my answer. Gods, she was pretty. 

I shrugged my big shoulders. "I do know this one guy. He's alright." I said, wiggling my big hand as if it were a scale, speaking like the person in question had just reached the bare minimum requirement of being acceptable to know. I smiled back at her wickedly. "I think you'll find him to be a...good 'social acquaintance.' Girl's like that kind of thing, right?" 

"It's tolerable," she said facetiously, wrinkling her diminutive nose as she continued the joke, and like magnets we leaned in for a kiss. I could almost feel it before we brushed li-

"Room?" 

Emmaline's eyes popped open and I wheeled my head around to see one of the Maw's overworked attendees standing there, pen and paper in her hand and bags under her eyes. She sported a brown hair bun to keep any hair out of the well-cooked food. I had never seen her before, but then again they switched out employees almost as often as customers. "Were you two wanting a room with the order? One bedroom, two bedroom? If you're done eating we need to clear the tables unless you're going to order something." 

"Well...?" I started to answer, but really felt it wasn't my place. I looked at Emmaline questioningly.