Constance sighed as her companion walked away towards the bar. She thought she'd enjoy this, yet she couldn't help but think her evening would be better spent cuddled up with a book and Morgana. She looked up at the clock on the wall, 10.30, the night was still young, unfortunately.
At first Albert had seemed very charming, an intelligent, 30-something wizard who was leading in his profession and who was, clearly, very much into her. She should be having a fantastic time, yet couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Why had she come here tonight anyway? It had been a long time, too long, had she really agreed to go out with Albert purely so she could indulge her base instincts? She'd thought that's what she'd wanted, but now, she wasn't so sure.
Albert returned to the table, smiling at her as she let his eyes run up and down her figure. He placed the drinks down on the letting his hand rest over hers as he sat down. Sipping their drinks in silence Constance stared down at the wooden table. She was very aware of how he was staring at her, while it didn't make her uncomfortable, she couldn't be sure this was what she wanted. After nearly a quarter of an hour spent in a thick silence Constance finally spoke.
"I've had a lovely time…" she began, as Albert tenderly stroked her hand with his thumb.
"Me too Constance. I was thinking, perhaps, we could head somewhere more…private?" Albert smiled as he finished his sentence his gaze flitting between her dark eyes and ruby lips.
"I was thinking, perhaps not…" her words trailed into nothing as she tried to avoid eye contact.
"I understand. You are an incredibly beautiful woman Constance, I am honoured that you even agreed to spend the evening with me." Albert spoke softly, avoiding her gaze and removing his hand. "If you ever, you know…change your mind. Well, you know where to find me"
Constance blushed at the sincerity in his words, but still couldn't bring herself to stay any longer. "Thank you Albert, for a wonderful evening."
"Anytime" Albert smiled as she stood up to leave. He watched as the witch collected her cloak and walked out, the expression on her face unreadable.
The night was cold, and predictably for Walter's wet week there was a fine drizzle falling from the sky. Turning her face into the moonlight she let out a heavy sigh before disappearing into the darkness.