The city moved past the windows in a blur of light.
Azaria sat in the passenger seat of Theon's car, her fingers resting lightly in her lap, the bouquet of roses he had given her still in her hands. She smiled a little to herself.
She had told herself to relax on the drive over, giving herself an entire speech mentally as they went on. It is just dinner. You have sat across boardroom tables without breaking a sweat. You can handle one dinner.
Theon drove quietly. They both sat in compassionable silence and she was glad it wasn't as awkward as the time he'd asked her on a surprise congratulatory lunch. He didn't fill the silence unnecessarily, and she found, to her own surprise, that it wasn't uncomfortable.
After about thirty minutes, the car slowed and came to a stop. A valet appeared almost immediately, and Theon stepped out before she could process that they had arrived. Her door opened from the outside and he was standing there with his hand extended.
