Jack moved ahead of Ianto, opening the door for him. The Welshman inclined his head in thanks. They walked to the pedestal that said 'PLEASE WAIT HERE TO BE SEATED'. A waiter came over and escorted them to a table that looked out over the Bay. Once the two men were seated he asked. "Can I get you gentleman any drinks?" He smiled.
Ianto smiled back at him. "A Bud, please."
"A bottled water for me, thanks." Jack looked at Ianto. "I need to stay hydrated."
Ianto frowned. "Okay."
Before the waited left, he put 2 menus on the table. "The prawn and basil pasta is very nice and the mussel and oyster bisque is out of this world." Then he was gone.
Ianto's eyes moved over the menu. "The Pollo Pesto, with chicken, mushroom and red onions sounds good to me." He closed the menu. "How about you?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "I agree." He smiled, placing his menu on top of the one Ianto had laid on the table beside him.
The younger man leaned back in his chair, eyeing the older man. "You wanna tell me a little more about yourself now?" He leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table and interlacing his fingers. "I know you said you couldn't die."
Jack sighed, lowering his voice he explained. "Yeah. It happened a while back. I...died and a friend...Rose, took over the TARIDS' brain..."
"TARDIS?" Interrupted Ianto.
"A Time Machine. Ill explain more about that another time."
Ianto nodded.
"It...she brought me back to life after a Dalek killed me, and since then, I can't die. Well, I can die," He corrected. "But I come back." He shook his head. "I always come back."
The waiter brought their drinks, silencing Jack. "Can I take your orders now?" He asked the immortal.
"Could we have 2 of the Pollo Pesto, please."
The waiter put the order into his PDA. "Any starter for you?" Both men shook their heads and then the waiter left.
"I don't know how she did it." The older man continued, shrugging.
Ianto blew out a breath. "Wow!"
"Yeah." Jack poured water into a glass from the bottle and then drank from the glass. "I die and each time I come back, I'm alone."
Ianto forced a sympathetic smile. "Does it hurt? Coming back, I mean?"
Jack sighed. "Like being dragged over broken glass."
Ianto drank from the bottle. "Shit!"
"Yeah."
"And...how long have you been this way?"
"A thousand lifetimes."
Ianto swallowed hard. "That's a lot of glass!"
Jack chuckled. "A shed load."
"So, YOU put most of the files and artifacts down in the archives?"
Jack nodded. "Most of them, yeah. I became head of Torchwood 3 in 1999."
"I thought..."
"I was a bit of a rebel. Didn't want the job. Too much responsibility."
"So?"
"Let's just say that a Lady talked me into it after the head of Torchwood 3 died unexpectedly."
"Lady?"
"The Queen." Jack told him.
"Wow!"
"Torchwood was formed by Queen Victoria."
The waiter appeared with their meals. "Can I get you gentlemen anything else?'
'No, thank you."
"Enjoy."
The two men ate in silence for a while, then Ianto put down his fork, laces his fingers in front of him and looked out over the Bay. "Did you meet Queen Victoria?"
"Yes, quite a few times."
"And she changed your mind?"
Jack shook his head. "I never could turn down a pretty face." He smiled suggestively.
Ianto blushed, almost choking as he'd put food into his mouth. He coughed. "Er, thanks, I thinks."
They finished their meal in comfortable silence.
"You want coffee?" Asked Jack, pushing his empty plate away.
"Mm hmm. That would be nice." He looked out of the window. "I think I better be getting home after coffee." He looked at Jack. "Let me pay half for dinner." He put his hand inside his jacket.
Jack held a hand up. "No, it was my treat. I asked you."
Ianto bowed his head. "Thank you, Jack."
The words coming from Ianto were like poetry to Jack's ears. "You're very welcome. I hope we can do it again...soon."
Again, the young Welsh man blushed. "I hope so too.!"