<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Head tilted slightly, inquisitorial pupils raked down Galen's visage and body, admiring everything about him: the hardened chest underneath that suave suit; his chiseled, almost icy features; the fiery swagger propelling every step. Heartbeat, once again, accelerated--heavy and swift did the thrumming pulse rocket down veins, sending a seismic shock-wave thorough her entire being.<br/><br/>Blaire chuckled, gaze flicking towards the expensive vehicle before returning to the man. "Did you buy this car just for our dinner?" Glazed lips parted in a zealous grin as one hand gestured, pointing out the dealership papers still glued onto the window. "Quite impressive, though I hardly feel I'm worth so much!"<br/><br/>The eager girl--struck nearly speechless by the intense coldness of the strong palm--grasped his hand, but refused to show such emotions by leading the way into the popular establishment. She pushed through the dark double doors, Galen in tow; the tinier hand reassuringly squeezed the larger one trapped inside its cage of fingers.<br/>---<br/>Inside the calm building now...the gracious hostess, an attractive blonde wielding menus, directed the pair amid the masses of occupied tables with celerity. <br/><br/>"Here you are!" Stopping at a private booth, the prim employee waited until both had made themselves comfortable, then presented the ornate beverage list, alongside the thick booklet of meal options. Magnificent decor accentuated even Razarra's nooks and crannies. Lovely, fresh flowers sat within a crystalline vase atop the marbled tables. An enticing melody flooded the spacious room, that of a moaning violin accompanied by a soothing song. Diverse aromas, aged cheese, bubbly wines, tender meats, also floated about, the active kitchen their origin, of course.<br/><br/>"Thank yo-," Blaire halted, suddenly cut off as the speedy waiter arrived, his greeting a boisterous, "Welcome, my friends! I'm Ryan, your server for this glorious night! What beverages would you two like?" A pen was poised, practically statuesque, above a clean tablet.<br/><br/>Nostrils flaring, she could barely withhold the bane coating her response; this annoying teenager wrought a visible irritation in the feisty girl. "Why, yes, <em>Ryan</em>...I'll have a Yuengling Lager, if you don't <strong>mind.</strong>"<br/><br/>He blinked, somewhat confused; nonetheless, the odd order was written down. Ryan asked reluctantly, "S-sir? What will you have? Perhaps, um, wine? Most of our pah-patrons order the Merlot..." </span><br/>