jazz club.

what's better than early night, dark rooms and red-orange lighting, delicious meals, jazz playing in the background, beautiful decor and a few people or couples sitting at the table or dancing on the dance floor when the jazz band is playing?

literally nothing. jazz clubs are one of the things you and jenna love and togheter.

you planned many times to go to a jazz club together, but something always happened. either jenna had to come to some meeting or shoot some scenes, or you had to do something at work.

but today, it worked! you asked her out, as the gentleman/woman you are, and it worked.

so now that you've parked the car, you and jenna walk hand in hand, walking into a jazz club.

suddenly your eardrums are filled with the light music of violins, saxophones and other instruments. you can smell the candles and some delicious dishes. the warm lighting hit your eyes slightly.

jenna was wearing a black dress, something like a tube top, her hair was loose, black tights and light high heels. a pair of necklaces, small gold hoop earrings, black nails and a rose tucked into the dress.

you both sat down at a two-person table, a rose between you and two candles.

"who pays?" jenna asked. why is she asking something obvious? you invited her, you pay.