[ the flavor is stronger in some than others, of course, and the botanical taste isn't for everyone, but tseng hopes clorinde likes the drink she's chosen.
it doesn't take long for the server to return, to deliver their drinks and take their dinner orders, and from there it's effortless. they talk, sip their drinks, talk some more—lighter topics, and some more tender ones, the kind of conversation tseng has rarely allowed himself to make with anyone but is glad to be able to make with clorinde. he trusts her deeply, a fact he's known for a long time and yet continually finds himself surprised to realize—although they haven't made a point to sit down and hash out their respective pasts, it still feels to him like there's nothing that he wouldn't tell her, if she wanted to know.
it's about two hours later that they finally emerge from the restaurant, pleasantly full and a little bit tipsy. giving in to temptation, tseng slips his arm around clorinde's shoulders to draw her against his side, then leans over to press a kiss to her temple and breathe in the light, familiar fragrance of her. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs, sounding content. ] That was wonderful.
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[ the flavor is stronger in some than others, of course, and the botanical taste isn't for everyone, but tseng hopes clorinde likes the drink she's chosen.
it doesn't take long for the server to return, to deliver their drinks and take their dinner orders, and from there it's effortless. they talk, sip their drinks, talk some more—lighter topics, and some more tender ones, the kind of conversation tseng has rarely allowed himself to make with anyone but is glad to be able to make with clorinde. he trusts her deeply, a fact he's known for a long time and yet continually finds himself surprised to realize—although they haven't made a point to sit down and hash out their respective pasts, it still feels to him like there's nothing that he wouldn't tell her, if she wanted to know.
it's about two hours later that they finally emerge from the restaurant, pleasantly full and a little bit tipsy. giving in to temptation, tseng slips his arm around clorinde's shoulders to draw her against his side, then leans over to press a kiss to her temple and breathe in the light, familiar fragrance of her. ]
Thank you, [ he murmurs, sounding content. ] That was wonderful.