Peggy Carter really wanted him to come to this dinner. She'd sent him an actual physical invitation, but she'd also sent him a little text message on his phone and even an email on the computer (which he'd known how to check thanks to the computer course he'd just finished taking a couple weeks ago). Three separate methods of communication made it pretty clear how she felt about what was happening here.
He wasn't gonna turn it down anyway, but he was more than a little curious about why she was so insistent that he have dinner with her on her birthday. He dressed very carefully, which was mostly thanks to Biffy and his careful guidance on what Daniel should and shouldn't wear and should and shouldn't do. The end result looked pretty modern, he thought, but he also still thought he looked like himself. The crutch couldn't be missed, for one thing.
He'd gotten her a little present at the festival a few weeks back and had it tucked into his suit pocket. Whether he'd give it to her was still something he wasn't sure about. Maybe he'd see how the night went.
Right about eight, he stepped into the restaurant and scanned the room for her. She wasn't the type to stand a man up, but he was still relieved to see her and he smiled at the maitre'd as he was shown over to her table.
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Date: 2017-04-02 09:18 pm (UTC)He wasn't gonna turn it down anyway, but he was more than a little curious about why she was so insistent that he have dinner with her on her birthday. He dressed very carefully, which was mostly thanks to Biffy and his careful guidance on what Daniel should and shouldn't wear and should and shouldn't do. The end result looked pretty modern, he thought, but he also still thought he looked like himself. The crutch couldn't be missed, for one thing.
He'd gotten her a little present at the festival a few weeks back and had it tucked into his suit pocket. Whether he'd give it to her was still something he wasn't sure about. Maybe he'd see how the night went.
Right about eight, he stepped into the restaurant and scanned the room for her. She wasn't the type to stand a man up, but he was still relieved to see her and he smiled at the maitre'd as he was shown over to her table.