"Actually, I was hoping that it might be our dinner," Peggy says bluntly, going straight to the point as she believes it best to set up the expectations of why she'd asked him here. "My birthday dinner, true, but our dinner date," she says, not taking her eyes off him, though she has moved her fingers from his tie so that she's not liable to do anything stupid like grasp it too tight and wrinkle the lovely fabric.
"Red, I think," she says, finally breaking eye contact so that she can take the menu in her hand and begin to peruse the selections, thinking a nice dry red might be lovely to go along with their food. "You will have some, won't you?"
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Date: 2017-04-03 02:42 am (UTC)"Red, I think," she says, finally breaking eye contact so that she can take the menu in her hand and begin to peruse the selections, thinking a nice dry red might be lovely to go along with their food. "You will have some, won't you?"