capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
It was entirely fair that Dietre was getting mixed signals, considering that Hugh still didn't exactly know what to make of this new relationship. There was the question of whether or not Audrey was right in her assessment, something that after the other night, Hugh was beginning to think was probably accurate. Dietre didn't seem like the sort of person who flirted regularly. Unlike Hugh (because he knew he flirted at the drop of a hat), it seemed that Dietre was likely to do so only if he were interested, and there was no denying that the conversation had tip-toed into flirting the other night. Perhaps not just tip-toed, just blatantly slid over the edge and asked for a dance, and Hugh had accepted.
And even if they'd talked about the dinner before, during that evening conversation, it had almost felt like Dietre was asking him for a date, and Hugh had to confess that he'd found himself smiling when Dietre had brought it up. So maybe it was a date, sort of, if sort of also an undefined one. Hugh didn't think he'd ever been quite so uncertain of what he was doing as he was here.
But Hugh had always had a knack of boosting confidence with an outfit, and the blue tux with black lapels had been in his mind since they'd talked. And in the end, although he'd considered one of his blue Paisley Jacquard vests he'd ended up going with a simple black one, letting the color of the tux be its own statement. He'd trimmed his facial hair, fixed curls just so, and by the time he was finished, he'd been ready to take on all of the potentially confusing elements of the night.
There were, after all, things he knew: he wanted to visit the restaurant where Dietre worked and he enjoyed spending time with the other man. Let those things be enough for the night.
Now at Dietre's question he glanced up from the menu and nodded as he glanced around taking in the velvet seating and high ceilings. "This place is one of the nicer places I've been over here," he told Dietre. "If the food holds up to the interior, I'm going to have to probably rate five stars," he glanced back at the menu, and then looked back up at Dietre, smirking slightly. "This music is nice, but... I'd love to hear their weekend pianist."