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HER DRESS ISN’T A NEW ONE FOR THE OCCASION, but she’d say it was if he assumed. It was a closet find, a dress she hadn’t worn in several years. It fit like a glove, a dark maroon color accenting her porcelain skin. She wants to toss her head back and moan aloud at the gesture he makes, hand in his. She’s enticed by his charm and she only lingers on the thought alone of having gone to his place instead of a public space. “The night is young!” She sits across from Leraz and looks around their very own secluded area, tucked away on the terrace of such a high-end restaurant. What an impression. Claire couldn’t deny she felt spoiled, but she’d milk it for as long as she could before the guilt of being so truly ruined her mood. “I wouldn’t pass up a fancy dinner with you, Leraz. It’s a honor you invited me to a friend’s restaurant of all places. I hope I fit the bill of what a typical Leraz date would look like.” she admits, smoothing her dress as she looks to the bottle of wine propped up in a bucket of ice at their tableside. “And what do we have here?”











