At Krystal's Bistro Jesse was sat at the bar chatting to it's namesake. Krystal had a lot on her plate at the moment. She was worried about her eldest daughter and Bianca, as well as things becoming very tense at the house now Dixie had come to stay for a few days.
Jesse decided she needed cheering up. Luckily he had a plan.
"What are you doing on Friday?" he asked, trying to make his question sound casual even though he knew that it wasn't. It was a little dance they played, making excuses to spend time together without ever admitting that they were becoming more than just friends.
"I've no plans at present." said Krystal giving him a broad smile. "But as I said you are welcome to come to supper any time, there is always plenty."
"Well I thought it was about time that I fed you."
"You're gonna cook?" asked Krystal incredulously. Jesse's coming round to supper had all started because of the horror stories of his attempts at bachelor cuisine.
"Well." said Jesse with a grin. "I was thinking that I'd let the restaurant deal with the cooking. I've heard great things about that French place near the Art Gallery and I'm keen to try it out. It would just be nice to have some company."
"It wouldn't hurt to try out the competition." said Krystal thoughtfully before giving him a flirty grin "I'd love to."
"And if you have time in the evening there is a Jazz concert at the Art Centre. We could make a night of it?" He looked hopefully at Krystal, this is the most blatant he had ever been about asking her out on a date, the question was, was she ready to accept.
"Good music and good company." said Krystal still grinning. "It sounds like the perfect night!"
Jesse nodded and reached across the counter to take Krystal's hand.
"Then it's a date." he said, his own delighted smile matching her own.
"It's a date."
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