[New Year’s Eve: Hannah & Jeremiah]
Jeremiah offered her his arm, old fashioned, like something out of a film or a fairy tale, and it was an added piece to a perfect evening, something that he deeply appreciated. Once upon a time he'd just hooked up with people that he was attracted to, or a swipe on an ap that gave them both an evening that rarely was anything like this. For starters, he once upon a time could not have afforded the tickets into a place like this, but even then, this sort of old romance was for films, and not for a while he inhabited.
Fireworks that went on and on sounded like a perfect combination with a symphony. Why not both of those things? "A symphony with a backdrop of fireworks," he suggested. "We'll know the truth of just what it was tonight."
Up stairs that were made to make you feel small and yet at the same time grand, into dazzling halls with marble staircases and pillars, lit by chandeliers that would rival Lot 666, and Jeremiah's eyes swept the room for anyone he might know even without really expecting that he would. Perhaps the better question would be whether or not anyone would recognize him, and that was a question only time would answer. But he'd brought Hannah out, perhaps willing to risk it when he could have invited her over to his place and they could have still danced all night, but it wouldn't have been this evening with this scenery and it wouldn't have been the fireworks in the same way. He lifted his head and tilted his head, turning to look at her, a smile forming on his lips as he did.
"I've never had reason to travel," he told her honestly. He'd never really had means either until more recently. "Perhaps I'll do this year. Well. Next year, this coming year, the one we're going to welcome in with all of our dancing." It was strange to think about how she must think of him. He'd felt willing to be open with her - at least somewhat - and it had shifted away from the notion of what she must fill in about his history. It made sense. Anyone who lived in the house he lived in must have traveled, and of course he seemed like someone that would have, because he'd always wanted to. "I think I need someone with me for all of those things," he added. "Just like you do when you're dancing."
He stopped one of the waiters with at tray and plucked off two stems of champagne, and turned to hand one to her. "To dancing until our toes ache."