Bethany Hawke (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beamofsunshine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2012-01-07 23:41:00 |
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WHERE: A hopelessly romantic resturant in New York
WHAT: A third date that neither one is admitting it's a date, and they finally bring up the 'M' word.
WARNINGS: Possible!
Bethany couldn't pretend that this wasn't a date. The first time was coffee, the second just a nice movie and dinner at a busy restaurant. But this? This was a live jazz quartet in a dimly lit room with candles on the tables in booths that were downright cozy.
This was a date. Which means they had to finally talk about it.
Ordering a bottle of wine, Bethany looked across the table at the man who was unquestionably her date. After all, it might be the last one if this talk didn't go well.