[Of all the colors he'd thought she'd pick to wear, white hadn't been on his list. Black had, certainly, but white seemed a little too... puritan for her. Maybe she was making a statement. Either way, it did nothing to make her seem more naive and innocent and everything to make him want to peel it off of her, something he managed to only say once while picking her up. So far.

The dinner had gone relatively well and he'd even gotten a few laughs out of her, which had, oddly, made him feel proud.

As he paid and they gathered their things to leave the restaurant, he wrapped her shawl around her shoulders, a small little intimate touch that didn't step over any bounds of propriety, but pleased him nonetheless.]

Dancing's certainly on the itinerary, but I thought I'd ask if you wanted to hop right to it, as it were, or take a stroll on the beach. It's a lovely night for it, and I've read that's perfectly acceptable date material.