Marseille, New York City, Friday evening

[sensitivejim]

Jim had never been to New York before.

But he did know how to use Google and the phone to his advantage.

Which is why after an hour or so of wandering and rubbernecking he very casually showed Lana into Marseille and asked for his reservation. They were immediately whisked away to their cosy little table for two and Jim tried not to look too

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[lovelylana]

Lana's eyes were wide and she reached across the table to hold his hand. "This is beautiful," she said. "Are you sure I'm dressed up enough to be here?"

[sensitivejim]

"I wouldn't know," Jim shrugged one shoulder, an innocent look on his face as he embraced the cheesiness of his next words. "You always look gorgeous to me."

[lovelylana]

Lana's heart melted. "Jim... You're so wonderful to me." She squeezed his hand and gave him a glowing smile. "This place is amazing!"

[sensitivejim]

Jim chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm just glad you like it."

[sensitivejim]

After dinner - he had paid without letting Lana see the cheque again, thank you sneaky spy skills - they stepped out into New York and Jim froze on the pavement as it took him a second to get readjusted to the sensory overload.

[lovelylana]

Lana linked her arm through his and waited patiently with him for him to adjust.

[sensitivejim]

Jim looked down at her after a moment and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry . . ."

[lovelylana]

She smiled back up at him. "No worries. I love you."