Who: Zacharias Smith and Merlin Toke. When: September 19th. Suppertime. Where: A restaurant. Of restauranty proportions. What: Supper? Food? Eating. And talking. Rating: On the lower side? Status: Complete/Closed.
Zacharias knew there was a possibility that he would be stood up tonight, that Merlin had agreed to let him take him to dinner just to placate him, but wouldn't actually show up. And he was alright with that. He was confident enough that he didn't actually mind eating dinner alone, if it came to that. Although he was rather hoping it wouldn't.
He had chosen a nice enough restaurant. Not fancy, where people had to dress up - he didn't think Merlin would be entirely comfortable with that - but not just a grubby pub either. Middle of the line, and a place he knew had good food.
Dressing in a blue shirt and gray trousers, he headed in and requested a table for two. The hostess lead him to one against the wall, and Zacharias slid into a seat and requested a bottle of wine, before he flipped open the menu. He busied himself with scanning it as he waited for Merlin to arrive, glancing up every so often to see if he could see the slightly odd, seemingly shy young man.