Molly blushed and walked into the restaurant. It was beautiful and she felt a bit out of place. She really hadn’t expected such a nice place for dinner. “Harry it’s beautiful.” she breathed as she looked around in obvious awe. Molly looked to her a bright smile on her small lips. “Thank you for this.”
“You’re very welcome,” Harry laughs and gives a small nod to the hostess, who immediately understands Harry’s instructions. Harry wasn’t going to tell Molly, but she’d come here a few days before to get seats for them. The manager of La Casa owed her quite a big favour; and she was going to cash in. A bottle of wine on the house, and half-off on whatever the total bill came up to, just to make this date with Molly special.
Even before they sit, a bottle of red wine sits in the wine bucket, chilled and ready to serve. Harry thanks the hostess as two glasses are poured. “Cheers?” she raises her glass just a little towards Molly, hoping that thus far, what was prepared for her had not intimidated her too much.
“Cheers” she said as their glasses clinked together. This was so fantastic. She really had no expected something so beautiful. Molly took a small sip from the wine and smiled. “Harry this is..so..wonderful.” she said softly her gaze turning to look at the bottom of dress.
This was all so grand and Molly felt slightly out of place but since she wasn’t alone it wasn’t quite as bad as it would have been, should she have ventured in alone. “I really don’t know what to say Harry, except, thank you.”
“You really didn’t have to go through all this.” she said sheepishly still looking at the suddenly interesting sway of her dress.
As their main courses are set on the table with an acknowledging nod from Harry, followed by a smile, she lets her elbows rest on the table, fingers interlacing, chin resting on said makeshift finger-web. “You’re very welcome, and while I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. So don’t worry about it, and eat.”
Harry had a feeling she might have nudged Molly a little bit too far out of her comfort zone, noting the sudden aura of shyness that Molly was emanating. Deciding to tone down a little bit and steer any conversation topics towards what Molly was familiar with, she starts on dinner, making a mental note to ask that very important question, the question that you’ve been delaying for the past week, Harry you absolute moron, by the time the night was over.