Booths

[Jensen Flynn]

"I would much rather spend the day with you."

Definitely the answer Jensen wanted to hear. He smirked to himself just a bit as he brought the wine glass to his mouth.

"It's delicious!"

The surprise in her voice gave him a hint that she hadn't had wine before, and he gave a little chuckle. "Some wine is. Not all, though. Red wines are too oaky for most first-timers, and the taste can really knock you off your seat. Best to start out with a white wine, like this one, or a rosé--you know, the pink ones? They're lighter, with a more subtle flavor, and most have a lower alcohol content, which is nice if you're not big on drinking. Dessert wines, like this one, are sweeter, so they're favored among the womenfolk." He took another quick sip, letting it roll over his tongue, before setting the glass down again. "Next step up from this would be champagne, which they don't serve here. Too French, they say."

"You really didn't have to do all this."

Jensen considered this for a moment, tearing off a chunk of bread from the roggenbrot round and using the silver spreading knife to smear Muenster over it before popping it into his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and took a mouthful of water before he responded.

"Yeah, I did." He sighed and took up his water glass again, twisting it around on the tabletop uncomfortably. "That night, at Bottle Alley, I was a real-- jerk." He'd almost used a different term, but managed to catch himself in time to censor himself in front of the young lady. "I can't remember exactly what I said, but I know it wasn't nice. Or polite. Or called for. I'd had a really sh--rotten day, and I had me a couple'a drinks... And then I saw Danny, and that's never a good thing." He huffed a frustrated sigh. He'd never been good at apologizing or admitting when he'd been in the wrong. "I know you were lost and unnerved, and I know I didn't help things when I came along and put the fear of god into you."

He reached across the table and set his hand over hers again. "I just needed to let you know that I'm not a bad person. Not really. I don't make it a habit to lurk in dark alleys, waiting for lost little girls to wander by and attack 'em. I just... I don't know why, but I really needed to let you know."

[waltz]

Wondering how he knew so much about wine, Waltz spared herself from answering by carefully putting a slice of bread on her plate and spreading a thin layer of cheese on one side. She took a bite, savoring the taste. It had been a while since she’d eaten food this good.

Waltz was moved at how gentlemanly he was being- taking her out for lunch, trying not to curse, and apologizing. She barely knew Jensen, but she was already feeling a growing attachment towards the man. Of course, it was just like her to get riled up over practically nothing. But that just made him a whole world more interesting… If that was even possible.

She nearly glowed as she felt his hand on hers once more. “Well, I’m glad you did,” she replied warmly, gently turning over her own hand and squeezing it. “Really.” As an orphan, Waltz was hardly accustomed to being shown any attention, especially from the opposite sex. It felt nice, and she was finding it rather easy to get used to.

[Jensen Flynn]

Ohh, what are you doing, Flynn?! Jensen asked himself. This wasn't like him at all. His usual form of flirting--a method that had served him quite well in past encounters, if he did say so himself--involved lots of husky-voiced compliments, heavy breathing, invasion of personal space... This subtle, hand-holding, apology-giving style was just... so not him.

Very Jerry, though... Ugh, his brother was rubbing off on him.

Giving a small smirk at his internal monologue, he lifted Waltz's hand, leaned forward and kissed her knuckles before pulling away again, going for more bread.

"So," he said, after chewing, swallowing, and having another sip of wine, "where were we before were interrupted by your ex-flame? I believe I was in the process of flattering you, and you were in the process of enjoying it, right, gorgeous?"