Truth be told, Geoff was strongly debating not showing up to this dinner at all. It wasn't that he was nervous (as far as he would admit to anyone), but that he had somehow managed to convince himself, after her announcement as a reporter, that he was probably being set-up. Still, if he was going to get made a fool of, he'd have to dress appropriately. He'd chosen a loose green button-down, contrasting and yet matching with his eyes. Vain, sure, but that was what happened when you spent most of your teenage life letting your little sister dress you.
He'd had a date or two in the past year, but everything with his sister and Quidditch and his little Problem with the Death Eaters had more or less consumed the last six to eight months of it. He'd managed to slip right past the last bloke who'd caused some ruckus with the other patrons and spot the girl with the blue flower in her hair.
Well. She certainly wasn't a hunchback, that was for sure. She looked vaguely familiar, but not in a way that he could place. Geoff brushed off the thought and managed a charming smile, sliding into the seat across from Savannah in what was, he hoped, a smooth motion.
"Now, this is going to be really embarrassing if there turns out to be more than one girl with a blue flower in her hair..."
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