Hannah ordered the salmon and tumbet, with the hope of possibly sharing plates back and forth. She didn’t tease Neville about ordering wine, as she had teased him enough for the next hour at least, although Hannah did privately promise herself not to drink more than a glass at the restaurant, and perhaps another at home. She hadn’t been hung over this morning, however she wanted this proper first date, their first evening together as more than good friends, to be free of the fuzzy that had edged her brain last night.
Slightly embarrassed at having been so forward and receiving such a baffled and dumbstruck response in return, Hannah racked her brain in hopes of finding a topic they could touch upon without pinking her cheeks. “So what’s next, for work?” she asked, fiddling with her napkin in her lap.