RP: Backdated Dinner Date: June 20 Characters: Aidan and Jubilee Location: Jubilee's home then El Cantara Private/Public: Private Rating: TBA Summary: Aidan takes Jubilee out to dinner
It had been a while since Aidan had taken someone out to dinner. He didn't usually bother with dinner because he was usually too busy to eat a proper meal. He was more of a snacks type of bloke or even a quick meal type of guy, but nothing that would ever constitute as dinner. When he wasn't at work filming scenes he was at The Hideaway having a few drinks and dancing the night away with beautiful women. The single life definitely had it's perks and dancing the night away with different women each night was definitely one of them. It wasn't that he didn't want a relationship or even a commitment it was that he had a hard time finding someone who was compatible. The last dinner he remembered having with a woman was when he was dating one of the costumer designers that made some Quidditch Wives' costumes.
It was almost 7:30pm and Aidan was almost ready to head over to Jubilee's home to pick her up. All he needed to do was dress himself since he had gotten out of the shower recently. He was feeling really good about this. He needed to get out and not in the usual way he got out. This would be a nice change of pace. He had his assistant call, El Cantara, the Moroccan restaurant he intended on taking Jubilee to a few days ago to reserve a table. Once that reservation had been assured and was set in stone (so to speak) he felt calmer because he was sure things would go smoothly. This would prove to be an interesting night. After getting dressed he made sure things were orderly in his home in case his sisters decided to stop by. At 7:55pm he apparated over to Jubilee's home, ending up outside her door. He had a single yellow rose in hand. He had wanted to bring her an entire bouquet, but he knew this wasn't a date. He was saving Jubilee from an awkward family dinner. For this reason he decided to give her the single yellow rose which represented friendship since he was proving a real friend by saving her from such awkwardness.
He brushed off imaginary lint off his crisp, black blazer and made sure the zipper of his dark blue jeans were zipped up. The last thing he wanted was to experience an embarrassing moment before the dinner even happened. During dinner was one thing, but before it was quite another. Once he was sure that all was well with his attire he knocked on the door, waiting patiently for the door to swing open so he could hand Jubilee the rose he had brought her.