Galen was oblivious to the ruckus. He barely sensed Ana speaking to someone, then someone else - maybe Dae - walked in. Events and words passed by him in a whirlwind of ignorance.<br/><br/>He realized he'd been sitting there silently and leaning into the phone. Blaire's playful giggles and subtle suggestions didn't pass by him in a whirlwind of ignorance. They were noted, tagged, and tucked away among the debris of his mind.<br/><br/>"Where is this place?... Mhm..." he looked at his watch. "I'm..."<em>The racing heartbeat. The sweet tantalizing scent of woman. The blush when she looked up at him. The flush of insecurity in her voice when she told him her name. The warmth of her eyes gleaming like candlelight in the distance.</em>"... starving, but I can't make it for lunch. Such a shame that you're busy tonight. Perhaps another night, then. I'll call you."<br/><br/>He lowered the cell phone and looked absently at the poorly painted wall across. Lunch... Even if he wasn't intolerant to sunlight, he still wouldn't have gone for the lunch. He remembered this lesson from his dates, back in the late 60s when he was still human. Lunch is short, and it lacks the oomph, and it brings you to the friend zone. But dinner... the whole day of anticipation... the carefully picked dress and all the little accessories... the pouting when she doesn't like herself in the mirror... the warmth of dusk embracing them... the exquisite wine... There's no exquisite wine for lunch, and no evening dress with carefully selected accessories. No pouting.<br/><br/>He crossed the room slowly and joined his conversing comrades. "Dae." he nodded. "Any luck with the dance club?" He turned to Ana and all of a sudden a gust of disappointment bubbled up his stomach and out of his mouth before he could stop it. "She invited me to lunch, can you believe that?"<br/><br/>He closed his mouth, embarrassed.