A little inappropriate - and Doyle's case still has to go to trial - but all things considered, probably not the worst thing in the world to do. Bellamy's straight off a shift and he needs something to eat, so...all right, it gives him a reason to beg off some dinner plans he wanted to have even less (sometimes it's nice to spend time with Dad, and sometimes Dad is a preachy, cranky, awkward old man). He still ends up being a little later than he intended to be - because working over is his idea of normal - though he does turn up within about fifteen minutes of when he said he would, joining her quietly.
It's possible that he just always looks like he could use a week straight of good sleep, because this is not going to be the exception to the rule where they meet and he looks well-rested. "Sorry I'm late," he says, briefly.
"It's all right," she says, dismissively, smiling up at him, "You've just saved me from continued wondering about whether I'm over or under-dressed for this place, I can't quite tell- I've never been before, if that's not obvious."
Since she's a relatively new arrival to London and everything, it probably goes without saying she hasn't had a lot of time to get to know its attractions. She does notice that he looks tired, but maybe he likes the sort of lifestyle where he is constantly a bit stressed, a little pushed over the edge, and that's something she can understand. Hasibe folds her hands together at the knees and tilts her head to the side, watchful.
"Better dressed than me?" he suggests, wryly, taking his jacket off as he sits down. (...he isn't badly dressed, but 'jeans, jacket, buttondown, slightly rumpled' is what it is.) His shirtsleeves are rolled to the elbow - exposing what he likes to think of as the most boring tattoo he has - and he has a glass of water to her wine, settling into his seat with relative ease.
So at least it's not utterly awkward thus far.
"I'm not sure which name I'm supposed to be using," he says, lightly, after a beat.
"I was just thinking that myself, but about you and your given name," she admits, leaning forward a little over the table, "but I see no reason to be overly formal when the case is closed. Tell you what- call me Hasi when we're alone together, and call me Norea around everyone else who doesn't know any better, and that's pretty much everyone here in London. Does that suit you?"
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A little inappropriate - and Doyle's case still has to go to trial - but all things considered, probably not the worst thing in the world to do. Bellamy's straight off a shift and he needs something to eat, so...all right, it gives him a reason to beg off some dinner plans he wanted to have even less (sometimes it's nice to spend time with Dad, and sometimes Dad is a preachy, cranky, awkward old man). He still ends up being a little later than he intended to be - because working over is his idea of normal - though he does turn up within about fifteen minutes of when he said he would, joining her quietly.
It's possible that he just always looks like he could use a week straight of good sleep, because this is not going to be the exception to the rule where they meet and he looks well-rested. "Sorry I'm late," he says, briefly.
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"It's all right," she says, dismissively, smiling up at him, "You've just saved me from continued wondering about whether I'm over or under-dressed for this place, I can't quite tell- I've never been before, if that's not obvious."
Since she's a relatively new arrival to London and everything, it probably goes without saying she hasn't had a lot of time to get to know its attractions. She does notice that he looks tired, but maybe he likes the sort of lifestyle where he is constantly a bit stressed, a little pushed over the edge, and that's something she can understand. Hasibe folds her hands together at the knees and tilts her head to the side, watchful.
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"Better dressed than me?" he suggests, wryly, taking his jacket off as he sits down. (...he isn't badly dressed, but 'jeans, jacket, buttondown, slightly rumpled' is what it is.) His shirtsleeves are rolled to the elbow - exposing what he likes to think of as the most boring tattoo he has - and he has a glass of water to her wine, settling into his seat with relative ease.
So at least it's not utterly awkward thus far.
"I'm not sure which name I'm supposed to be using," he says, lightly, after a beat.
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"I was just thinking that myself, but about you and your given name," she admits, leaning forward a little over the table, "but I see no reason to be overly formal when the case is closed. Tell you what- call me Hasi when we're alone together, and call me Norea around everyone else who doesn't know any better, and that's pretty much everyone here in London. Does that suit you?"
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