If Cathal was a blusher, maybe Marcie saying he was adorable would have done it. But he wasn't a blusher, so instead he just grinned. "Don't get New York fancy," he suggested, leaning in towards her. "But I'm sure whatever you wear, you'll be stunnin'"
Then, slightly daring, he leaned in and kissed her, just for a moment, just to see what it was like when he hadn't had a few beers. When he drew back it was with a smile. "I'll book us a table somewhere and come get you at half six?"