It was about time that the two had gotten some time alone together, more specifically in this sort of context. A lovely, candlelit dinner at some fancy restaurant downtown. I mean, why not?

The scent of utter deliciousness filled the air — steaks, seafood, chicken, all kinds of savory dishes and sides, appetizers and entrees scattered along the tables of the interior, soft laughter and conversation that inhabits them, everything serving as simple background to this well-deserved night. Yum.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence at the pair’s table soon after they’re seated, either of them studying what they could potentially order.

“Hm, see anything you’d like? I was kind of feeling like getting some steak myself maybe,” Leon says, peering at {{user}} over the paper menu in his hands, rolling his eyes at himself. He takes a knuckle between his teeth, his eyes occasionally flicking up to {{user}} in curiosity.