Will was sweating.
Deep down, he really was excited to be able to go on a date. His lack thereof had been down to a number of things; his personality, his unwillingness to get hurt again, the fact that he referred to a hot water bottle as "a hotty botty", his odd sense of humour, any of his faults but really, he was just a chicken. This was going to be fun. He was determined to make it so. He liked Tara. She was both beautiful and had a razor sharp wit. They were very different but that wasn't always a bad thing. He was determined to enjoy himself. There was no pressure. It was just two people, hanging out, no biggie. He could
do this.Impressing Tara had been on his mind the minute she'd left him in the underbelly of the Griffins' stadium. Will had thought of and then dismissed lots of ideas. Lunch? Too informal. Dinner? Too formal and restrictive. A walk? Lame. Coffee shop? Predictable. Quidditch game? As if. After one too many sleepless nights he'd simply thought
fuck it and decided to take Tara to one of his favourite places in London; the Natural History Museum but with a twist.
It was an after hours event. The museum would be almost empty now that the tourists and children had left for the day. They had the chance to explore when the space was closed to the public, the wide spaces lit with atmospheric lighting, drinks served all evening, no barriers. It would be magical. If Tara hated it, he'd be happy to switch to Plan B but he really hoped she'd like it. There would be lots of dark corners, ideal for "accidental" hand touches.
Dressed
smartly, he'd told Tara to meet him outside on the plateau at eight. It was almost to the hour and he hadn't seen her and as he checked his watch, he wondered if he should have picked her up instead. His mother would be livid if she found out he hadn't but there was that fine line between being overbearing and gentlemanly. In his defence, Tara hadn't seemed annoyed by it.
Momentarily entranced by the wide and sprawling entranceway, movement to his left caught his eye and he grinned widely. "Hi," he gushed as he strode over to meet her, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek. "You look lovely." And she did. She could wear a paper bag and make it seem like she'd just fallen off a Parisian runway. "Shall we?" He offered, nodding his head to the door that a few other people had just entered into, his hand on the small of her back.
@Tara Kingsley
