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Savannah blinked when he lifted her hand to his lips, and she felt heat rush to her cheeks, knowing that her face was now a little more pink than it had been a few moments ago. She used her other hand to tuck some more hair behind her ear, trying not to rub at her forehead even though she half expected him to somehow see something that was no longer there. It would have been her luck, to think the mark above her eyebrows was gone, just to have it be sticking out like a sore thumb in front of Geoffery, or ‘Geoff’ as he introduced himself.

Her fingers curled around his hand before he let it go, allowing her to reach for her drink, just to give her something to do, though she didn’t get to take a sip before she heard his voice. Her brows hiked up a bit at his suggestion, and she found herself staring at him for a moment before she finally snapped back to reality when he trailed off.

“Oh! Oh, yes, absolutely.” She smiled again, hoping he didn’t think she was a total flake. She cleared her throat, placed down her drink again in order to balance herself better as she uncrossed her legs and hopped down from the tall seat. She pushed down the fabric of her dress against her thighs, draped her jacket that was on the back of the chair over her arm, and then grabbed her clutch before grabbing hold of her drink again.

“I made a reservation already. We have a seat in the back. I figured you’d want as much privacy as possible. For your benefit, of course. To prevent flocking and all that. I didn’t mean you would want privacy for us or anything, I just-…” She looked away, realizing she had been babbling, and gnawed at her lower lip before she turned her eyes up to look at him again, giving a sheepish smirk. “It’s over here.”

Turning around, she mentally kicked herself for acting like an idiot, and once she was sure he was ready, she lead the way towards the back area she had mentioned. A waiter met them and lead them the rest of the way, sitting them down at a table in the back room. Once they were all situated, she gave the waiter a ‘thank you’ before she left them alone with their menus and each other. She looked across the dimly lit table at Geoff, shifting her weight in her seat before she reached out for her wine.

“I apologize in advance if I seem a little…twitchy.” She took a small sip, and then placed the glass back down, folding her hands in her lap. “I just haven’t been on a date in quite some time.” She hoped, in the back of her mind, she wasn’t letting him in on too much information, or making him feel uncomfortable somehow by mentioning he was the first person she had gone out with in a while. Again she would clear her throat, and then reached out for her menu to try and distract herself from feeling like an idiot.