[Experimenting] [&&Russel]

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell might have quivered at her touch had he not already felt it. She seemed to have forgotten the kiss already and that was perfectly fine with him, Rus could do the same. He looked around the busy street and smiled as all the people passing them looked at them. He couldn't understand why they were staring but it was easily ignored.

When Nessa suggested a very fancy and well to do sounding shop, Rus almost regretted offering to be the gentleman and pay. The rewards were of course far greater then the cost and Rus kept that in mind. "Whatever you want," he said, waving his hand and showing everything.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa gave a smile, letting go of his arm and instead grabbing his hand. "If you don't have enough, I could always pay for it," she offered, running her fingers down through her hair with her free hand. She walked in the direction of the restaraunt, stopping once they arrived. "Well, here it is."

Nessa stood in front of the front door, wrinkling her nose. "Are you sure there isn't anywhere else you'd rather go?" She was looking for the typical teen dating experience.

[Russell Parkhurst]

Rus was a gentleman at all times, even if it was inconvenient, and shook his head at her offer to help pay. "No need," he said and smiled at her as she led him towards the restaurant. When they finally got there, Rus gulped down his heart that had jumped into his throat. The restaurant looked very smart and clearly very expensive. Why do I always choose the rich girls? Rus wondered to himself.

There were many other places he would be, but this is what she wanted and his gentlemanly instincts could tell that. "I'm sure this is what you want and that's all," he said and, now leading her, he walked into the restaurant.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

"If you say so," she said uncertainly, giving him a weak smile. Well, if he didn't have enough money, she could always pay for them. "Ms. Malfoy," the man at the front said, immediately coming to see Vanessa. Then he went back to his post. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Actually, I forgot to make one," she said with a frown, but Raoul looked more than happy to adjust. "That's fine. We'll have your usual set up in a moment." Nessa nodded and blushed, looking back up at Russ. "Ah, and who is this?" The man asked. "A young lover?"

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell was not at all surprised by the warm greeting Nessa got from the dude who looked like he was the head waiter. Rus felt more and more out of place but he was simply taking a girl out to lunch after they had gone shopping, there was nothing scary about that. Nessa seemed to know the man quite well, obviously a frequent visitor here Rus thought.

When the weedy little man asked about Rus, he smiled at the man and held out his hand. "Russell Parkhurst," he said, "we happened to be shopping at the same store and I thought we could grad some food." The man didn't take Rus's hand but merely looked at it. Rus looked at his hand then dropped it. "Nice bloke," Rus whispered in Vanessa's ear and laughed quietly.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa gave a small laugh, leaning in to whisper back in his ear. "He can be a little tempermental," she said, then pulling away. Raoul looked from Nessa to Russel. "Right this way," he said, leading them to Vanessa's usual table.

Once they got there she took one of the menu's, reading it over as she would any other. Except this one was in French. "Hmmm," she peeked over the side of her menu. "Are you sure you can afford any of this?" Her voice was soft, not wanting to embarass him.

[Russell Parkhurst]

Rus nodded and smiled at her, but a strained look came over his face as they walked to the table Raoul was showing them to. When they got there, Russell pulled out Nessa's chair and pushed it in once she had sat. He took his seat across from her and picked up the menu. His French was a little rusty but from what he could decipher the food looked magnificent.

Money really wasn't an object but Rus didn't enjoy spending exorbitant amounts for a simple meal. But he understood that this was not a simple girl. She was used to the best and Rus would give it to her. He shook his head and smiled at her, "I will pay, just as I said I would." He had just realised how hungry he was. So he looked over the menu again, and said, "is there anything you'd recommend?"

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa looked calmly over the menu, giving a delicate yawn. "Well, the Chef's special is usually the best. Which is Poulet à une sauce crémeuse à lard today, I believe," she said, then giving a small nod. "Do you drink wine at all?"

Her head lifted to look up at him, smiling softly. She couldn't believe she was here with a guy she had just met, but they seemed to have some sort of connection. I mean, they did kiss and all. He was a nice boy to have around aswell.

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell was looking over the menu and listening to Vanessa. "Poulet à une sauce crémeuse à lard, you say," he said inquiringly, "indeed that sounds lovely." At the mention of wine, Rus dropped his menu gently onto the table and looked at Nessa. "I do," he said slowly raising an eyebrow questioningly.

She's probably going to order wine, he thought, how lovely! He picked up the menu again and looked around. "Aren't there any waiters in this place?" he asked, more to himself then Vanessa. He liked quick officiate service and this was not his idea of quick service.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Noting his expression she burst out in laughter, soon calming down. "Ok, we'll skip the wine. I'll order something cheap," Vanessa said, winking up at him. She flipped through her menu, finally landing on something a little less classy. "A hamburger's good for me. If mom and dad were here, they'd never let me order it," she said, shutting her menu.

She rested her hands on the table, watching the waiter walk over. "Sorry for the wait, Ms. Malfoy. Can I get you both some drinks or appetizers?"

[Russell Parkhurst]

"You really don't need to do that," he said to her offer, "get whatever you like, be it wine or whatever. It's cool." He was trying to convince her of something he didn't entirely believe himself but the gentleman in him would not stand by and let her have less then what she was used to.

"Yes," Russell said to the waiter who came over, "we would like some wine. Could you recommend anything? And I think a light lunch would be nice. Any suggestions there?" He could hardly make out the menu but didn't put it down, he didn't want to look a fool in front of Nessa.