She's still not sure she is, but Emmy doesn't resist as they enter the restaurant. That niggling feeling is still playing around her head, having intensified when she saw the place Kimblee was taking her. First the dress, now the food...could this really just be an anniversary gift? But she hasn't gotten him anything, and something tells her there's no way in hell he'll allow her to pick up the tab at the end of the meal. What, then, could it be?
Emmy shuts her eyes sharply, before reopening them; she's being ridiculous. Why can't she just accept his gift and get over it? The way she's thinking, she doesn't deserve a friend like Kimblee, who is willing to spend so much money on her! Shame spreads through her body, and she frowns slightly. What a way to think. She'd be mortified if Kimblee could hear her thoughts.
Still, Abby's invisible presence, only metres behind them, does give her comfort.
She follows Kimblee inside, and after he speaks briefly with an exceptionally subservient maître d', they're led to a rather private table for two overlooking the water.
It's beautiful.
"This is....this is truly magnificent, Mr Kimblee."
Emmy stands transfixed by the way the light of the moon reflects gently against the waves, almost forgetting to sit down.
"If only I'd brought my camera.....a-ah, not that I'd go around taking photos in here, that would be terribly unladylike..."
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She's still not sure she is, but Emmy doesn't resist as they enter the restaurant. That niggling feeling is still playing around her head, having intensified when she saw the place Kimblee was taking her. First the dress, now the food...could this really just be an anniversary gift? But she hasn't gotten him anything, and something tells her there's no way in hell he'll allow her to pick up the tab at the end of the meal. What, then, could it be?
Emmy shuts her eyes sharply, before reopening them; she's being ridiculous. Why can't she just accept his gift and get over it? The way she's thinking, she doesn't deserve a friend like Kimblee, who is willing to spend so much money on her! Shame spreads through her body, and she frowns slightly. What a way to think. She'd be mortified if Kimblee could hear her thoughts.
Still, Abby's invisible presence, only metres behind them, does give her comfort.
She follows Kimblee inside, and after he speaks briefly with an exceptionally subservient maître d', they're led to a rather private table for two overlooking the water.
It's beautiful.
"This is....this is truly magnificent, Mr Kimblee."
Emmy stands transfixed by the way the light of the moon reflects gently against the waves, almost forgetting to sit down.
"If only I'd brought my camera.....a-ah, not that I'd go around taking photos in here, that would be terribly unladylike..."