Harley accepted the offer of dinner with Moriarty gladly. He was cute and had a little bit of grit to him. She liked that. She liked when people weren't afraid to show their selves.
She was decked out for the fancy establishment, a slinky diamond-print dress and her hair down. Harley asked the man up front for Moriarty's location in her squeaky, New Jersey accent. Upon seeing him, she strutted on over.
"Hey, pumpkin." Harley stood next to the table, unsure if he'd pull the chair out for her. Joker always did stuff like that, he was a perfect gentleman when he wasn't in a mood. Don't catch him when he's in a mood-- Stop thinking about him, she mentally snapped at herself.