Staring at a table full of desserts that were meant to be in your stomach was a trying experience. And while usually Michal would not be pressed to follow his desires and be rude... it would be rude. Tonight, He didn't quite feel like being rude. Tonight he felt like being pleasant, perhaps a bit clever, as he usually felt within the presence of one Therese Bonaccord. He had to admit, Michal had been enjoying her presence over the past few weeks, and rather liked their weekly walks along Falmouth's beaches because--- well, he wasn't fully sure, but he did. So.
It got to the point where Michal had drank all the water he could before deciding it no longer functioned as a distractor. What was she doing in there, powdering her entire body? Perhaps now would be an opportune time to take a leisurely walk to the loo. And if it just so happened that the men's loo was near the women's loo, then so be it.
The scene Michal "happened" upon was not one he had been expecting. Actually, one that definitely did not usually occur in a restaurant. This was public. And also England. Since when did wizards accost witches in public? Obviously this prat needed to be reminded that there was no longer a war going on, and therefore zero excuse for close proximity and grips like that.
Plus! That was his date--- lady! Person. You did not get accosted on a Michal Conway Lynch date.
"Oy!" Michal called across the way, not having fully reached the pair yet. "Hands off!" he ordered, waving his left hand sharply to the side. Did she know this person? He hoped not. Knowing someone like that would be much worse. For good measure, he gave another wave, fully ready to show him a Falcon-worthy experience.
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