So can Tinder give anything else but bootycalls? Time will tell

Topic is deticated to: @Evan Jackson
Date + Time July 26th + Early night
Place + Weather Unknown restaurant + Clear sky and no wind
Clothes: A beautiful dress with flowers Link + 3 cm high heels Link
- Other: Irish accent, Supernatural Beauty, 167.5 cm in height (1,70.5 cm with high heels), Makeup and Hair to hips
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She'd gotten Tinder a few days ago, simply just to try it out and maybe out of curiosity, though of course, this was through phone, she'd not gotten from Michael, but from someone else, like the one that was first given to her, didn't really have these kinds of accessories on it. But she'd been lucky that a kind man had given her one, though of course, she had to do something for it, but it wasn't the first thing. None the less Tinder had shown itself as rather...Interesting? As she'd gotten quite a lot of pictures of mens penises, and while she did enjoy the sight of one, it wasn't because she wanted to have a conversation, which was started with a picture of someone's dick.
But the conversation with Evan had turned out rather good, he seemed charming and she'd even smiled, potentially blushed as they had written back and forth, and in the end, they had planned a date, and of course, she did spend some times choosing the right dress and she felt giddy. The travel to the date had gone easily, as she'd gotten her wings and therefore had flown to the location, or to a close spot, and then walked to it, just to not put a spotlight on her. Now waiting for Evan to show up, she was standing by the entrance, with a smile on her full lips.

Summer had been great, and there was still a month left of vacation for the hell hound. Safe to say, he had been spending his time wisely; Drinking, partying, hanging out with friends and not to mention the dates he had went on. Mostly it was just to meet new people, but when this blonde of a beauty had appeared he had swiped right within seconds, even going as far as using a super like on her. And a pleasant surprise was the fact that she could carry a conversation as well. For Evan it was often easier to get to know people over text first, probably to protect himself from the judgement of how he could be and what he was.
However nothing was going to stand in the way of this date being absolutely amazing. The hell hound had even managed to gather some money together, wanting to go the whole ten yards and paying for everything. Arriving he saw her standing there, his breath taken away. He himself was wearing a rather simple outfit, dark pants and jacket with a lighter colored shirt underneath, unbuttoned to the style he wanted. When dressing himself he always seemed a bit edgy, like a bad boy but with a good heart underneath it all. "Hello beautiful," he said, his voice deep and rather alluring on it's own, almost animalistic and coming from the back of his throat. "You look stunning," he said, breathing out in a soft sigh as he looked at her. Smiling a bit to himself, he just took a minute to take her in. The short dress was ever charming on her slender figure, her hair framing her face wonderfully and drawing attention to her deep brown eyes. He chuckled a bit, holding out his hand to grab hers, leaning down to kiss the back of it gently as a greeting. He wasn't normally this well behaved, but for her he could do an exception. "Let's get inside, I'm excited to see this place as I haven't been here before," he admitted, smiling at her with reassurance in his blue eyes.

Her gaze searched around, not sure when he would show up, or if it would be one of those cases, in which he never showed up. Though when she heard the voice of a man calling her beautiful, her deep brown eyes landed on a man coming towards her, and a man fitting the picture of Evan's profile. He was handsome, with just enough skin showing at the top of the shirt and suddenly she got the urge to either rip open the shirt or run her fingers through his hair. Her smile seemed softer, as he got towards her and then stopped in front of her "Hey," her gaze went up, just to meet with his as it turned out he was quite a lot taller than she herself was, but most people seemed to be.
His compliment almost made her blush "You look quite beautiful as well," even now that she could see his tattoos, but the second he took her hand in his, so she could feel the warmth from his skin against her own, she bit into her full lower lip, and the kiss did make a faint hint of a blush hit her cheeks "Yeah, let's do that," she seemed unable to look away from him like he was a light tower in the night and she a desperate ship reaching the shore. She made the move to walk towards the door, ready to get inside and get the dinner going, so she could learn more of this mysterious man.

Evan couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she called him beautiful, but not in a dismissive way, more as a way to signal that he couldn't measure up to her in the slightest. Everything about her seemed soft, her smile, her eyes, even the hand he was still holding. Part of him wondered if the rest of her was as soft as she appeared right now, but judging from the conversations they had had, it seemed very likely. Persephone led the towards the door, but his manners hadn't gotten away from him as he opened the door for her to enter, him going in after her. A hostess stood ready, asking if they had a reservation. "For Jackson," he said with a warm smile on his lips, however he was clearly not flirting with the hostess. Rather he was simply just being polite, his eyes straying to look at Persephone instead. She was the reason he was here after all. The hostess checked her tablet, nodding as she guided them through the rather crowded restaurant to a place in the back, window seat but set up rather cozy. The restaurant almost had a rustic vibe, mixed with the very modern style of mixing wood with steel and concrete.
Evan let go of Persephone's hand, going over to hold out the chair for her. Perhaps he would look desperate, but honestly she could think whatever she wanted about her as long as she didn't end the date. Once she was seated he went and sat down in front of her, the hostess informing them that a waiter would be with them shortly. She left and Evan turned his full attention to the woman across from him. "Can I be completely honest with you?" he chuckled, fidgeting a bit with a napkin on the table. "I was actually rather surprised you agreed to go on a date ... You seem very posh and all that," he stated, looking at her with his charming smile still lingering on his lips. He wasn't nervous in that way, very few things made him nervous or uncertain, but he was surprised. And things just seemed to get better and better, even when she had turned out to not just be a catfish.

Once again her eyes went up to him, as he suddenly opened the door for her, and even waited for her to go inside before he himself walked inside. But it was the fact he still held her hand, was something she actually liked, it was intimate and nice. It was all rather simple, walking inside and talking to the hostess and then finding the seatings, and he was still ever so the gentleman, holding out the chair for her. From his general appearance, he would seem like the typical bad boy to anyone, but she had a great lack of experience seeing different types of people, so for her, he was just a really handsome man, who was now kind to her and seemed charming. She sat down, the chair rather comfortable, though she didn't really care much about this, as her attention was directed at him.
"Please do," she wasn't sure if he was disappointed with what had shown up to the date, maybe he had other expectations of what she was going to be. Though his actual frankness, got her to chuckle and smile "I don't consider myself posh. But to be honest, I felt the same way with you. I mean you seem like this interesting and beautiful man, who could do far better than me," it wasn't because she didn't believe she was beautiful, it was more because she was looking at a man, who seemed in control over his life and could do better than her.

Now, Evan was not one to believe in matrimony, but with an accent like hers he was ready to go down on one knee and propose to her already, if not than to just hear her speak to him every day. When she said she had had much of the same worry, he chuckled lightly, looking down at the napkin he had fiddled with. "Trust me, you are an S-tier woman ... I mean just writing with you back and forth has been very fun, but I guess there's always that voice inside of our heads doubting what other people will think," he said. A waiter appeared not long after, asking for their drinks. Well, here was the deal; Evan was a beer drinker, but he had been practicing drinking wine - so perhaps he could try and impress her? "Well, the weather is nice and warm; How about a Pinot Grigio just to start us out?" he asked Persephone, not wanting to take her choice away from her if she preferred to stay sober. If she agreed he would order that, letting the waiter decide what was best before saying they might need a few more minutes to consider the menu. The waiter nodded, taking their drink orders, as well as if Persephone had something to add, before leaving them.
Evan smiled at the woman in front of her, gesturing for them to check out the menu. He preferred raw meat, but that maybe wasn't all that appealing to look at for the stunning female across from him. "I don't know about you, but ... How about we order a bunch of small meals and just share it?" he asked. He liked trying different things, and this way they didn't really have to worry about making a specific impression on each other regarding eating habits.

"It's really nice of you, and yeah I enjoyed it very much," plus he'd been one of the few men who hadn't send a picture of his dick to her, and he was funny and kind "But yeah you're right." As the waiter came to them, she didn't really seem to have to want to look away from him, he was after all far more interesting than this waiter. But as he confidently suggested wine for them to drink, she nodded "I love wine, so I think this is a fantastic idea." The first time she'd tried Wine was with Caine, and it tasted amazing, though she had a small theory that it made her a bit horny, though she wasn't actually sure about this yet. But she was told that experimenting could be a good way to get answers, and after all, she did really enjoy wine.
As he suddenly began talking about food, and she looked at the menu, she made a small grimace "this is awkward, but I can't actually eat this kind of food," she actually feared he would think she was a freak because her food was blood and not this. It was one of the few things she didn't like about herself, and she just wanted to be a normal person, who could eat normally. The fact she hadn't gone on many dates, if any dates at all, so she'd forgotten that you actually ate real food.

When she said she didn't eat he felt his jaw drop slightly, however he managed to control himself somewhat, frowning at first as he thought about what to say. "Oh, uhm, well ... Why did you agree to go out for dinner then?" he asked, clearly a bit confused before he chuckled a bit to lighten the mood. Shaking his head he just smiled. "You know what, that's completely fine - But I'm honestly kinda starving," he chuckled, sending her a reassuring smile. He was not going to judge her for this, perhaps it had been mostly just to fit in, and the hell hound could sympathize with that. "Do you still want to order something? I can just eat it for you?" he suggested. Perhaps sitting across from someone with a full plate would make her feel comfortable. He wasn't forcing her to eat, but rather suggesting something to make her feel at ease. "And now that we're on the topic of diet ... I'm mostly in to raw meat," he admitted. It seemed only fair that he shared something about himself, now that he knew something more about her.

"I haven't really done dating before, and it was really nice writing with you, I completely forgot the one thing you do on a date...is eating," she laughed faintly, this was a really stupid situation, and she felt like an idiot because she hadn't told him and maybe it was because she just wanted to be normal "We can order whatever you want to eat, so you can get something to eat. Just because I don't eat this kind of food, doesn't mean you can't eat what you want," the fact he didn't shame her or make it out as if she was a freak, kind of made her respect him a lot more, and might even admire him in some ways.
Him admitting he liked raw meat more, made her smile and in some ways she even felt closer to him, because she was a being that lived of blood, meaning they actually lived by some of the same things... in some ways "I'm mostly into blood," she admitted, just before the waiter came back with the wine and glasses, and then poured up to them, and as soon as the waiter disappeared, she lifted her glass towards him "For an interesting date?" she suggested as a source why they should cheer.

Truth be told, it was kind of a relieving experience just to come out and say it. Perhaps it would mean that she wouldn't be too disgusted by him down the line if she figured him out. Part of him didn't know if she could ever accept that part of him, but he really didn't have to worry too much about that right now. When she said she was into blood he nodded, genuinely curious but also respectful enough as to not ask too many questions. The waiter returned, Evan ordered a rare steak after he had poured the wine. The waiter left and once again Evan's full attention was on the beautiful blonde in front of him. She raised her glass, and he did the same, lightly touching hers and making a clear ding sound. "And hopefully an unforgettable night in great company," he added with a warm smile before taking a sip along side her. The wine was a little dry, but it was strangely what he preferred, it was almost refreshing. The music of the restaurant light and calming, giving a cozy yet professional atmosphere to surround every couple. "Now, tell me a bit more about yourself ... I mean, I know that you're funny, sexy and consume blood - But what are you really like?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm sure it will be," she was actually sure, with these new informations about both of them, that it would not only be great company but also quite unforgettable. She had met very few who reacted completely okay, with the fact that she didn't eat normal food and drank blood, even Michael seemed to have a problem with it, though he did later give her blood. The fact that he prefered raw meat to cooked meat, wasn't actually a problem for her, after all, she was a being that drank blood, though not a vampire, so it would be kind of hypocritical of her if she judged him for this.
As he asked her to tell something about herself, she actually didn't know what to say, though his words about her being funny and sexy were rather nice "What would you like to know?" She asked, not actually quite sure what to say or where to start. On the other hand, there were things she really couldn't tell him or feared how he would react if she actually told him.

His question might've been a bit too open for her to pinpoint somewhere to start, so he was actually happy that she replied with a question. He hummed, sounding like almost a growl from the back of his throat, but non-threatening. "What inspires you? What get's you up in the morning and keeps you going?" he asked, placing his elbow on the table, resting his face partly in his palm. Just sitting here was actually more relaxing than he was used to in social settings. Despite being an extrovert, he did have his moments where anxiety kicked in and he felt out of place. But with Persephone he felt very much at ease, as if she was spreading a calming aura to engulf him and keep him happy. Whatever she did, it was working all the right buttons in him. "And do you study or have a job that you find exciting?" he added. Pretty much he wanted to know as much as he could about her without stepping over the line.

What inspired her? that was an amazing question, even the one that followed up with what made her keep going and got her up in the morning. She thought for a moment, and not actually sure what to say "Love, art, sex and kindness, the idea that being yourself is not something you should be hated for. You know, just because you're different and not like others, that it doesn't make you any less of a person deserving love," Michael had looked down upon her because she'd had sex with others, and she assumed it was because God often wanted people to be married before doing this. She was still learning to love and accept herself, but it was what inspired her, the idea of being yourself and not being judged, and of course, the concept of art, and love, and sex, and kindness being accepted as normalities and not something unique.
She found herself liking his gaze on her, it was as warm and much like his touch, something she could grow to almost love if she would allow herself to do it "I am to start at the Academy when it starts up again after the summer holiday," she drank from the wine, and let her deep brown eyes meet with his so hypnotic and beautiful ones "But enough about me, I want to know more about you. Which tattoo was your first?" she suddenly started asking, tattoos were beautiful and a way to express yourself, even if others may have found them to be strange.

By God, she was as fascinating to listen to as she was writing with, but this was much better, her accent making her sound like she was actively singing her reply to him. Was he being spellbound? Perhaps, but he was willing to jump in with both feet, even if it meant he was going to be stuck in the ground with only his head peaking out. Love, art, sex and kindness. There was so much that rang a bell with him, but those four words seemed to sum up everything very nicely. Maybe he was lulling himself in to a false sense of security, but she had a way of speaking that made him want to hear more. He was only pleasantly surprised as she said she was going to start at the academy by the end of summer. "I'm starting in fourth year after the break," he said, sending her a smile of reassurance, taking a sip of his wineglass. This was actually turning out more cozy than he had imagined; To be fair he had thought that they were going to eat and he was going to try and pretend to be something he wasn't, but now it was like they were getting to know each other. Sure, it was all surface level right now, but it was better than awkward silence or dull conversation, that was for sure.
The question was returned to him, making him chuckle, looking down for a while as he found himself probably staring at her. No one could deny in saying that she was beautiful. And a conversationalist on top of it. She was way out of his league at this point, but it didn't seem to matter right now. "My first tattoo," he chuckled, removing his jacket, hanging over the backside of his chair before rolling up one of his sleeves to reveal a small skull with the words sinner in capital letters above it. "This little one," he chuckled. "I just thought it would be a funny inside joke, you know, but it has turned to have some more meaning to it," he confessed, reaching his arm over the table, letting her touch and turn his arm if she wanted to. There was a fair few tattoos on his arm, but she had only asked for that specific "It reminds me that deep down it doesn't really matter what we do or how we behave, because there's always going to be someone out there seeing us as sinners," he chuckled. Maybe it was lame, but it was his truth at least.

When he suddenly said he himself actually went to the academy, of course with him being a fourth-year student and her becoming a first-year student "Then it appears we're going to see each other a lot more," she said, with seeming happiness and excitement as if she actually wanted to see him again, because that was the case and she did like the thought of seeing him again if he, of course, wanted to see her again. Though she did not know much about him, but the conversation seemed nice and it wasn't awkward, they knew something deep about each other, which in some ways made everything more open.
The second he removed his jacket, her eyes lingered on his chest, which was most exposed as he moved around, but then at his arm. She could see the veins around the skin, and she kind of wanted to touch him and feel his skin under her fingers. But in the end, she actually did, as she moves her hand toward and let her fingers grace over his skin and the tattoos "It's beautiful, and I like the idea behind it," she didn't know if he minded her touching him, but none the less her fingers softly caresses over the tattoos, as he eyes were locked with his.

She said she liked the idea of it, making him chuckle lightly, looking back at her brown eyes with his own pale blue. Her hand was still caressing his arm, but he didn't mind it. "It started out as a stupid joke, but thanks," he said with a warm smile. His own hand reaching up, touching her arm lightly. God, she was soft and inviting. He felt his vision blur a little, mostly because he was fighting back his animalistic side to dig his fingers in to her skin and pull her closer. Luckily the waiter came, making Evan awfully aware of his surroundings, removing his arm, rolling down his sleeves once more. That was embarrassing if he had ever felt like it, mostly because he was trying not to channel anything that might get him in trouble.
It helped a lot that his attention was now on the rare steak in front of him, then he could perhaps channel his animalistic side towards it instead of her. He muttered a sweet "thank you" to the waiter that filled their glasses as well. The waiter left once more, and Evan sent Persephone a charming smile, letting her know she had done nothing wrong. "It looks nice," he said, even though he had an idea about the fact that the steak might not be as rare as he wanted. "Tell me more, though, like what have you spent this summer on?" he asked, grabbing the fork and knife, cutting off a piece before placing it between his lips, chewing for a while before swallowing.

Him suddenly touching her arm, though not how she wanted him to do it, was far better than she actually expected, and in her mind, even if it had been for the briefest of moments, she imagined feelings his hand's different places, and how it would feel to have his bare skin against her own. Though it appeared his want to touch her disappeared, as the waiter came and he removed his arm from her touch, and quickly she sat up straight. As she didn't know what he was or why he did as he did, for her it almost felt like he didn't want her to touch him or for that matter to touch her any more than what was done. She didn't comment on it, but rather just drank from her Wine, and tried not making it at the main subject of her thoughts, as the date had gone so well up to now, or at least she'd felt like it had.
What had she spent the summer on? There was so much she couldn't tell him, like how only 2 months back she'd been 11 years old, how she had her first sexual experience while looking like an 15-year old, and that she possibly was some kind of monster "I tried finding myself. I lost some family members I was living with, so I didn't quite know where to be, should I be what they expected of me or should I be who I wanted to be. So I spent quite a lot of the few months finding my own identity, and I still am." It's wasn't a lie, as her aunt and uncle had been killed, though brutally and in front of her, while she was hiding under a table, and she had spent the last 2 months finding herself and was still trying to "Please tell me you spent your summer on something far less depressing," she asked with a chuckle, hoping at least he'd done something fun.

Oh fuck, he had hit a soft spot, and now he felt like an asshole. He frowned, looking down. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, being as respectful as he could. He could understand needing to find himself, and the more he listened to her, the more he found himself in what she spoke of. Finding herself and figuring out what she was supposed to do now was a practically normal feeling and one he felt like he was still dealing with to this day. It was hard coming to terms with what he was, why he was like he was and part of him knew that he would always feel like that. Her question sounded more like a plea, to change the subject than anything else. "Well I spent a great few weeks traveling a bit just around the UK and such," he explained, shrugging lightly as he took another bite of his steak, however he didn't really bother chewing much before swallowing. "And the rest of my vacation up until now has been spent on meeting new people, hanging out with friends and partying - Not the most exciting thing, but once school starts it can be a bit of a struggle for me to retain all the socials I want to," he explained.

"It's okay, but thank you," they hadn't been good people, no one in her family had really been good people, as her parents were mass murderers and most of her family, were a part of a cult-like group. that appeared as fucked up as one would think. But the sound of screaming and flesh ripping apart, as the man killed them and the others, was still something that was with her, even in the quietest of moments, she would remember how it had all sounded, and it was scary. Though she didn't really want to think much about it, even if the nightmares often kept her up at night, as she instead wanted to think and focus on Evan.
"Well, that sounds nice, or at least I think it sounds nice. To meet all kinds of new people and travel around. I've always wanted to travel around the world, you know see all the wonders the world has made over the years," she almost smiled by the thought, of course, not knowing if this was ever to happen to her "Have you travelled a lot?" she asked, after having emptied the glass of wine, though with her brown eyes not having left him. It was kind of hard, with the deep blue eyes being a bit like the ocean, though this time she didn't mind drowning in them.

Taking another bite of his steak he emptied his glass of wine as well, noticing hers was empty as well. Placing down his utensils he grabbed the bottle, pouring her some as well as his own glass. "I travel as much as I can within this country - I don't really have a passport, so it's just easier," he said, shrugging but keeping a smile on his lips. He did want to see more of the world, and he did from time to time when he traveled through the Abyssus, but that wasn't exactly something he found was worth mentioning on the first date. "But I like camping a lot, just jumping on a random bus with nothing but a tent and a sleeping bag; Hell sometimes the weather is nice enough to just sleep under the stars," he chuckled, taking another bite of his steak. It wasn't as rare as he liked it, but he was usually not one to complain in these situations. "If you want I could take you some time - Just for a few days," he suggested, smiling at her as he thought how she might react to being outdoors for a weekend.
He finished his steak, finishing up with another gulp of the wine as he felt his animalistic side subside a bit. It was almost a relief, as he really did enjoy being here with Persephone. But it made him wonder. "Your name ... It's very interesting; How did you come to get it?" he asked, not knowing if it was a weird question or not.

As he poured the wine into her bottle, a smile cam more clearly on her lips and she took a sip, looking at him as he from time to time "I would like to travel more myself," there was something almost magical she would imagine, about being able to go wherever you wanted. Of course, money or things like a passport was important, though not something she actually thought of very often. When he talked about camping, and then suddenly suggested if she wanted to come with him sometime, she nodded "I would love to, I mean I've never tried it before, but it does sound wonderful." She wasn't sure if he actually meant it, but if he did mean it, then she would love to try it out, as a way to experience new wonders of the world.
The sudden question about her name, made her a bit confused, as she didn't understand it "My parents gave it to me, I was named after my great-great-grandmother I believe," he aunt had told her the story of her ancestor Persephone, who had been this beautiful and strong woman.

"Well then it's settled, we'll go on a camping trip sometime," he promised her with a warm smile on his lips. Part of him was actually already looking forward to it, even if it would just prove to be as friends, it would still be a great opportunity to get to know her even more. Taking another sip of his wine, he leaned a bit back in his chair, studying her with his ice blue eyes, tilting his head a little to the side. Even just sitting there he sometimes felt confused if she was a greek statue coming to life. Her features so symbiotic to each other, and then there was her soft brown eyes. It seemed like they saw through everything and right in to his soul - not that he minded much, he just hoped that she didn't see a monster.
As she seemed a little confused, he realized that he had forgotten the fact that normally it was parents naming their offspring. He himself had chosen his name, mostly because his hell hound name wasn't really something that could be pronounced without knowing the infernal language it came from. All hell hounds were born with a mark and by tradition that mark was the symbol of their name, but going to the academy required a real name. "So a family name," he said with a smile, chuckling a bit as she hoped he didn't find him too strange now. "It's very beautiful, but I guess you get compliments about it every day," he said, genuine in his voice as it was something he believed.

There was this warmness in her, like a mix of walking on the sun and having all these positive emotions in her. With a lack of experience, she didn't know if he wanted anything from her, or if planning a sudden camping trip at the first date, was a normal thing. Because at this very moment he was just a very handsome man and a very kind one, who seemed coated in something mysterious and interesting "Deal," she said with a big smile, drinking from the wine, as her gaze lingered on him, but they did fall lower to hip lips, where she'd seen him eat his steak, but also drink the wine, with the tongue almost watering them if they got dry or wine fell down upon them. She wondered to herself, if they may be as soft as she thought, or how it would feel, to be in his arms and let him kiss her.
"Yeah, you can say that." She hadn't actually met her Great-Great-Grandmother but had seen pictures of her and they seemed to look somewhat like "I actually don't, so thank you. It's very kind of you," She wasn't in love, but if he said he wanted her at this moment, she would not mind throwing off all her clothes and letting him have her. Neither would she mind kissing his chest, and his arms and most importantly his lips, because whatever it was about him, which she couldn't explain, she found herself liking him and how he acted around her.

Evan chuckled lightly, mostly because he didn't quite believe her when she said she didn't get compliments on it often. It seemed like they had finished their bottle of wine, but frankly the hell hound was growing a little restless from being indoors. He thrived best when he had the night sky above him and the earth beneath his feet. He called over the waiter, asking for a receipt and he promptly returned with it. Evan shook his head if she would offer to pay for something; He had been the one to eat, so he would pay regardless. Once the bill was taken care of he looked to Persephone once more, sending her a warm smile. "I know I only asked you out for dinner ... But how about a walk as well?" he suggested, smiling as he got up from his seat, grabbing his jacket before standing by her side, offering his hand for her to stand up. "The sky is clear out, and I like stargazing," he explained. Maybe it sounded a little lame and not as masculine as other men, but he did take astronomy just for that reason. He liked the stars, perhaps because he had spent so many nights alone with them and just taken his time getting to know the constellations.
If she agreed he would lead her out, thanking the hostess on their way and opening the door for Persephone to go outing the warm summer night. Instead of holding her hand, he offered up his arm, keeping his jacket in the other hand as they started walking. His hope was that his heat would perhaps prevent her from getting cold. "There's a park not far from here, it has a small telescope at the top of a hill?" he suggested, mostly because he wanted to do what she wanted as well.

She didn't know what to expect from a date, so when the bill came and she wanted to help in with payment, she was rather surprised by his sudden want to pay it all. Yeah, she only had some wine, but she thought maybe they were to pay together. None the less, any thought of the bill quickly moved out of her mind, as Evan suddenly suggested going for a walk, even if the date had only been a dinner "I would love that very much," she thought it might be nice, and they could spend more time together, besides the dinner itself, so the whole idea of going for a walk, and possibly getting to know him even more, sounded rather alluring to her "Me too, there's something almost harmonic about it, sitting somewhere and not thinking of anything else, but the beauty of the stars above, and what story they might tell."
She didn't know much about astronomy, but she did like the stars and to just look at them, whenever she had the possibility to do so. It was calming and in the mountains, the sky was much more clear and it was easier to see the beauty of the stars and the sky above. As he got up, she followed him outside, and just like when they had gotten inside, he held the door for her. It was such a tiny thing, but it was cute and she liked it, just like when he offered she could hold his arm, which she of course did. "Then let's go to this park," she said with a big smile on her lips, as she looked up at him, having her arms around his, and almost a glimmer in her deep brown eyes.