02-08-2023, 03:43 AM
It wasn't so much about not feeling comfortable with the man, she wanted to go home out of respect for Tristan. He was family to her now. She was already pregnant, she could lay with the man if she wanted to, perhaps, without reprocussions happening other than to her heart. She looked down at her hands, and she didn't speak for a long time, particularly because their orders were brought and drinks refilled. When they were left alone, she looked up at him and said, "I will talk to Dr. Wells in the morning concerning you meeting him, and I will send you word by noon, and we can discuss our future plans."
She wanted to be at least somewhat proper. The meal they shared wasn't, nor had her walk been, but she was trying and failing to find the father of her child, and she was accepting that he was no longer a part of her life, nor would he probably ever meet the child. "To be fair," she said out loud, "I shouldn't even be eating supper with you alone. But at the same time, I did need to at least learn a few things about you so you aren't a complete stranger... After all, this is a rather large event we are about to share, particularly because we've only known each other for mere hours." She smiled. "I am firm in my choice and I think he will see that you are kind and not feel as though he could not keep me safe. I am in his household and he is a good person. He took me in when I had nowhere to go, paid me a wage despite me not knowing a lick about cooking, and he did not can me after it became apparent as to what had transpired. He has a rule that I broke, and then I lied about it for weeks. I... did not mean to do what I did, it happened in my grief." She paused and eyed the Yorkshire pudding, then she took a morsel of pastry and dipped it in gravy, then speared a piece of beef before daintily nibbling. Mmm, she thought, must get the recipe.
She did something she once saw her mother do, thinking it would be a good bonding experience... she offered to feed him a bite of her food, all three things together, holding her hand under it to catch any gravy before it could hit the table, "This is just wonderful," she said, after savoring that bite she'd taken.
She wanted to be at least somewhat proper. The meal they shared wasn't, nor had her walk been, but she was trying and failing to find the father of her child, and she was accepting that he was no longer a part of her life, nor would he probably ever meet the child. "To be fair," she said out loud, "I shouldn't even be eating supper with you alone. But at the same time, I did need to at least learn a few things about you so you aren't a complete stranger... After all, this is a rather large event we are about to share, particularly because we've only known each other for mere hours." She smiled. "I am firm in my choice and I think he will see that you are kind and not feel as though he could not keep me safe. I am in his household and he is a good person. He took me in when I had nowhere to go, paid me a wage despite me not knowing a lick about cooking, and he did not can me after it became apparent as to what had transpired. He has a rule that I broke, and then I lied about it for weeks. I... did not mean to do what I did, it happened in my grief." She paused and eyed the Yorkshire pudding, then she took a morsel of pastry and dipped it in gravy, then speared a piece of beef before daintily nibbling. Mmm, she thought, must get the recipe.
She did something she once saw her mother do, thinking it would be a good bonding experience... she offered to feed him a bite of her food, all three things together, holding her hand under it to catch any gravy before it could hit the table, "This is just wonderful," she said, after savoring that bite she'd taken.