Ellana stood. She did not stand for everyone. Never for men. She was happy to exploit this small dominant tradition to start a trend. There were two motivations for standing now. The first was that this woman was worth standing for. The second was that she wanted officer Finley to get a good look at her. Ellana was quite aware of the effect this dress had on people. It snugged perfectly in all the right places without showing too much skin. Just a scant above the knees. Just a hint of dip into pale cleavage. The roughed capped sleeves showed off pale arms carved delicately from some sort of discipline.
One could not have guessed her age by her body, but there were very fine and thoughtful lines just starting to catch hold at inquisitive brows and the corners of her bright blue eyes. The deep chestnut brown of her hair had only gone darker since her teens and her crazy joyful days in the sun before everything got so complicated.
So Ellana stood and held out a hand to Ms. O'Mally, frankly intrigued by just what sort of handshake it would be. Ellana had no intention of trying to muscle the Officer, but she made certain her placement and pressure were perfect.
“Indeed. And you are Finley O'Mally, I presume.” She let go her grip, and flicked her fingers at her waiter. She’d tipped him well and early on, wanting to have him at her disposal. He wove his way across the room just seconds later as she and Finley sat down, asking what the Officer would have to drink.
The woman stands to her full height, which is slightly under her own, and Finley doesn’t hide the fact that her eyes are drawn over the length of her and that dress. There’s a moment where she fears she’s under dressed, but its fleeting, over showed by the beauty on display before her. Her predisposed thoughts to blind dates also thrown to the wayside.
She took hold of the offered hand, not at all surprised by the firm grip, which she returned, and shook firmly. There was a confidence in it that Finley appreciated - not many dared to touch her firmly as an officer. It was refreshing.
“The one and only.” She replied smiling wide. She resigned herself of her previous nervousness, deciding that even if this didn’t go anywhere she would likely be in for a good evening.
She does arch a brow at the way the waiter seemed to easily come to nothing more than a nod. She assumed they’d spoken before she’d arrived. “Red wine, please.” She answers tucking one leg over the other under the table - countering any nervous bounce they may take before it can happen. It was a silly thing and contradictory to her unwavering nature on the job, but outside of work all nervous energy from the days came out thought movement.
She turned her attention to Ellana. “Not to be assumptive but how is it a woman as beautiful as you needs to be on a blind date?” Perhaps not the best conversation starter, but Finley hated small talk, she liked to get to know someone from the get. The fact that she could compliment her in the same breath a happy accident.
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