He grinned at her, chuckling a little to himself. He could only imagine what that waitress was thinking at the moment--he'd have to make a note to pay extra for the drinks the next time he stopped in. "You make a very valid point," he replied, his hands gently rubbing up and down her arms. "But we could always--leave. Maybe apparate to my flat?"
He could feel some anxiety bubble up in his chest. He would thoroughly enjoy her company that night but--what if she said no? He pushed the thought out of his mind. How could she say no?
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