James tried very hard not to make eyes at her from across the table. He wasn't sure he could manage. There was something about her giggle and then she got cheeky on him. It was that mix. That sweetness and that cheek at once. The waiter had to clear his throat before James realized it was his time to order. "Oh. Yes." He ordered some expensive dish, not bothering to look at the price. An inheritance meant he didn't have to worry about money.
"I'm sure you won't. If you do, I don't really care. Not like I go out dressed up much, anyhow." He smiled.
The waiter went off. Now, it seemed, was the time for small talk. James was just beginning to get good at that. He hoped not to say something dumb tonight. "Do you like it here, Evans?" He started with a big question because it was the first to come to mind.