deep blue, but you painted me golden

Zavien

Whereas his mind attempted to follow the trail of their previous date into the sore topic of lost girlfriends and lingering guilt, Zavien was unaware of Soh's very different thought process. He briefly noticed how she reached for the glass of wine, assuming it was nothing more than polite acknowledgement of the drinks that had been delivered during their distracted conversation. Mirroring her, he sipped on the wine, doing his best to hide a wince at the dry flavor of it. He hoped it would taste better with the steak. 

Content to leave his glass alone, he propped his free hand beneath his chin to support the sheepish smile that appeared. "Those are some pretty high bars. I hope I don't disappoint." It wasn't hard for his mind to wander towards why the first date might have been so good, or how it implied Soh might expect this date to end, but he very pointedly ignored that fact for now, hoping the light flush of his ears might be applied to his small sip of wine. 

Swallowing, he gestured with his head to the menu neither of them had bothered to look at. "Lucky for us, I've heard these chefs are much better than we are." The smile he threw her was teasing and fun, trying to forge his own direction of thinking for a little longer.

That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.