October 3, Saturday. Wimpole Street. 6:03pm.

[jamesmacca]

I was in my room, sitting on  my bed and strumming idly at the guitar. Just moments before I had the greatest idea for a song, but it passed just as quickly as it came. Damn it all. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after six on a Saturday evening, and I was doing absolutely nothing. Something seemed wrong about this picture

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[janeintheashes]

I finished my glass of water and dumped the ice in the sink. It made quite a bit of noise, and I was still grimacing when my boyfriend entered the kitchen.

"Hey you," I half-turned to face the approaching Paul. "Why the sudden invitation? I thought you were writing."

[jamesmacca]

"I was, but I realized we hadn't gone out in a while and I wanted to take you out." I was suddenly excited. "So, go, get ready. Where do you want to go?"

[janeintheashes]

His enthusiasm was contagious, even though I was a little tired. I had made plans with a girl friend, but was already mentally cancelling them. "What should I wear? Do you want a club or a restaurant?"

Some place sweet and romantic, a table for two, would just be perfect. But Paul rarely preferred that kind of venue.

[jamesmacca]

"Whatever you want, this is going to be your night. I haven't taken you out properly, yet. Somewhere with good food, I'm hungry." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen.