Re: [restaurant; ren & hannah]
"Thank you. He's having problems where he isn't sexually attracted to his girlfriend." Maybe that was more information than she was supposed to give, but she thought it was okay. If Ren was going to help, then it was good if he knew the troubles Reece was saying. "You're a great friend," she added, though her smile made the proclamation in soft pinks and pearly whites, and she leaned against his shoulder and rocked there in affectionate appreciation. "He wouldn't say anything, even if it was a secret. He's one of those really good people that just doesn't blab and doesn't mock." She liked Reece. She'd met a lot of people that were cruel beneath pretty little facades and celestial-white smiles, but they weren't really nice at all. Reece, like Ren, was nice. "You can message him now, if you want. I can wait."
Her attention shifted then, entirely and obviously, to the restaurant and the moment. She'd only been a little teasing when she suggested a practice date, and she knew Ren wouldn't be able to look at her and see his mysterious blind date from Christmas. But she thought getting him talking and comfortable in ther space would help, and so she cleared her throat and pretended to sound boy and deep and with a smile that gave it all away as farce. "What good memories?" she asked, and then she laughed at her own silly voice machinations.
She walked to the door with him, and the spices carried on the night air like caresses to cheeks and knots twining themselves in hair. It was lovely, and she turned her face toward him with really evident pleasure. "It smells beautiful. Tell me about the memories?" it was a request made in her usual voice, with her usual smile, and with all the closeness that always came with being around Hannah and cared for. "Tell me a story," she suggested as they waited for the host or hostess.