Draco held onto her hand as they walked out of the restaurant and down the alley--it was heated, so they didn't need to pull on their coats. He paused once they reached the alley's end, and turned to face her, trying to think of something other than the ring box in his pocket.
"Work. I'm just a bit distracted tonight, I'm sorry." He sighed, and squeezed her hand. "Let me make it up to you, all right? Dessert in the kitchen? I've got a tiramisu in the icebox." He turned his hand around and threaded his fingers through hers.