A first date

[adifferentlife]

Dating is something that Sybil finds a bit strange. It isn't that she's doing anything she wouldn't have were she home at Downtown - the theatre with a suitor wouldn't be something that raised a brow, though dinner somewhere public would be considered odd to say the least. What is the strangest is doing it herself, organising this all with someone who doesn't know her family. Organising it with someone so much like her and yet so different.

The play had been one they both should have known. After all it was Shakespeare, and Hamlet - whilst not romantic - was something that she has enjoyed in the past. Tonight's performance left her baffled, with more questions than anything. But other than a shared baffling, she keeps her thoughts to herself until they're seated at the restaurant. Only then does she look across the table with her eyes wide, shaking her head. "Were they all supposed to be derelicts?"

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[jaimemieux]

"Bon." He lifted his hand to gently cup her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek, and impulsively kissed her again.

When he pulled back this time, he was smiling crookedly. "I thought if I kissed you, I might keep you a little bit longer. But I suppose I should let you go."

[adifferentlife]

"I suppose that you should," she agrees, not wanting him to leave yet either. When he touches her face she leans into it, smiling warmly at him. It's not entirely surprising that the night has brought them here, she realises, and it's a relief to know that he likes enough to wish to say talking in the street all evening as well. "I'd like to do something like this again. Perhaps without the play?"

[jaimemieux]

"Without the play," he agreed, his chest constricting with delight. If someone - Courfeyrac, perhaps - had been there to declare his friend a fool, Combeferre could not have argued. By God, he was smitten. "Though perhaps we can find something a bit less strange in the future." He led her up to the front door, lingering close for a moment longer. "Until next time, then. Et bon nuit."

[adifferentlife]

"A very good night," she says softly, brushing her fingers against his arm before she steps back to pull out her keys. "Thank you for it. Until next time."

[jaimemieux]

Only reluctantly did Combeferre allow Sybil to depart. He lingered a few steps from her door, hands clasped behind his back, a murmured au revoir on his lips when she glanced back one last time.

Then she was gone, and the night was silent, and he tipped his head up at the stars once again, laughing softly at his own ridiculousness, and at the surprising wonders that Fate could toss one’s way.