Since arriving home that night, Jack had done nothing but think about Ianto Jones. He sat alone in the house, sipping wine all by himself, wishing he was sharing the bottle with a certain gorgeous Welshman. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and he got up from the sofa with a groan to answer it. He checked the antique clock in the hallway.

"Who would call by at 10:45?" Jack wondered as he unlocked the door. He pulled open the door and gasped, as there, standing at his door nervously, was one Ianto Jones.

"Hi" Ianto smiled timidly, "Sorry to disturb you, seeing as it's so late"

"You're not disturbing me at all, but is there a reason for you popping by?"

"Of course" Ianto rolled his eyes, "I'm not some weird waiter who stalks his customers"

Jack laughed, "Do you wanna come in then?"

Ianto considered, "Sure, why not?"

Jack stood aside to let Ianto in, grinning at the strangeness of the situation. 3 hours ago, this man had been nothing more than his waiter, and suddenly he was standing in his hallway, looking around hesitantly at his surroundings.

"Go through" Jack gestured towards the living room, mentally judging himself for checking out the young man's arse as he walked. They ended up settled on the sofa, their knees almost brushing together, as Jack offered Ianto a glass of wine.

"I can't stay long, Jack" he declined, before stiffening, "Is it ok if I call you Jack?"

"Of course" Jack laughed, "As long as you tell me how the hell you know my name!"

Ianto grinned, "You left your wallet in the restaurant, that's why I came to find you"

"Damn, and I thought it was that you just couldn't keep away from me"

Ianto smirked, "Yeah, that was obviously it!" he said sarcastically. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the wallet, "Anyway, here you go" he held out the wallet for Jack who reached to take it. As the wallet was handed over, their fingers brushed together, causing them both to gasp quietly.

Jack coughed uncomfortably, "So...aren't you a bit worried that you're sitting in the house of a guy you know nothing about, who you met just hours ago? For all you know, I could be a psycho-killer or something"

"I'll bloody well hope you're not!" Ianto chuckled, "But as for knowing nothing about you, that isn't strictly true. I mean, I had your wallet, I can find out a bit from that"

"Oh really?" Jack leered, "And what did you find out?"

"Just name, age, address, general things" Ianto said dismissively, "nothing that really tells you what a person is like"

"Well, it's a damn sight more than I know about you, Ianto Jones"

"You know my name, at least. Anything else you wanna know, ask away!"

Jack sighed, "Okay, let's start with your age"

"28, born August 19th 1983"

"Hmm...Family?"

"Just the one sister, you?"

"A brother, but I haven't seen him in years....long story"

"I see" Ianto said, not pressing the matter, "Actually, it's getting pretty late, I'd better be off"

"Time flies when you're having fun" Jack muttered, getting up to see Ianto out. They walked in silence to the door.

"Thanks for bringing my wallet back" Jack said as Ianto turned to leave.
"No problem," Ianto smiled, "See you in the restaurant sometime"

"Unless..." Jack started, "I was thinking maybe, one day...dinner, a movie...?"

"Are you...asking me out on a date?" Ianto stuttered.

"Interested?"

Ianto grinned, "Yeah, I am"

Jack beamed back, "Well, I'll give you a call sometime, if you give me your number"

"Okay, I have a confession" Ianto blushed, "I slipped my number into your wallet earlier"

Jack laughed, "Well, well, Ianto Jones, you've surprised me"

"Oh, I can be very surprising" he winked, "You'll find out"

And with that, he turned on his heel and walked casually away, leaving Jack dumbstruck. Jack walked back into the house, laughing at the amazing evening he'd ended up having.