"You look lovely." Jack ventured across the table.
"You said that already, but thank you." Millie smiled; she really did look lovely. Her long hair was pulled up in a loose bun. The moment he saw it he knew which pins to remove for the brown curls to tumble free. That was knowledge to be saved for later. Jack never quite understood why, but he had a fascination with long dark hair and eyes to match.
"So… uh… how long have you been at the agency?" Jack hadn't felt this in quite sometime, he felt nervous. This was worse then being tortured. It couldn't really be nerves, could it? He faced down enemies day after day without blinking an eye. But an evening with a woman made him uneasy?
"I thought we weren't going to talk about work." She sipped her wine.
"That was my initial intention, however it has since occurred to me that work is the only thing I have to talk about." He confessed with a shrug.
"I'm sure there's something else we can talk about. You've traveled quite a bit, right?" Jack froze; something was brushing against his leg. Her stocking clad foot had slipped out of one of her red high heels and was making its way up to his knee.
"Yes… I've traveled a lot over the years."
"What was your favorite place?" Her expression was gentle, nothing to let on what was going on underneath the long white tablecloth. Her foot slowly moved down again, just dwindling along the length of his right leg.
"Difficult to say, I never got to do much sight seeing."
"Shame."
"What about you? Any travel?" Her foot stopped, resting against his ankle.
"A little when I first started. I was injured during a job and was moved to desk duty." That took the smile off of her face as she turned her spoon between her fingers.
"Sorry… I didn't mean to…"
"It's fine, you didn't know." She trained the utensil onto the dessert that had just been set down in front of her.
"How's the cake?" Jack braved.
"Great." Her spark seemed to return as she pushed the plate towards him. "Try some, it's really good."
"I really didn't mean to upset you."
"It's fine. Seriously. Here, eat some." She smiled, nudging the plate again. With a hesitant smile, Jack picked up his fork and took a bit. "Good, right?"
"Very."
Her foot didn't return, but the rest of the evening went relatively well. Before Jack knew it they were leaving the restaurant, headed back to her house. Glancing over in the car, he wasn't sure if he should take it personally that she was sleeping.
Long time coming chapter 2. Thanks to Li8 and bookworm86 for reviewing. I really appreciate it.
