i keep on running toward the fire

And if you feel like night is falling
I wanna be the one you're calling

Her gesture was surprising in its intimacy, and this perhaps showed a little on George's face in the moment before he accepted the bite. He hadn't been expecting - well, he didn't know what he'd been expecting. Normally, first dates were a little awkward, a little uncomfortable, a little bit of a dance between truth and white lies to hide the broken pieces of oneself behind. And while George was uncomfortable, it was in a more out-of-his-element way than anything else.

He took a moment to chew his bite of sandwich, using the time to contemplate an appropriate question. There wouldn't be enough questions, not on a first date, but he felt a certain pressure to ask the right questions. Not too intimate - they didn't know each other well enough for that - but intimate enough to get a feel for the other person. It was a fine line to walk, and he walked it with some difficulty.

"Alright," he said after he'd swallowed, toying with his wine glass thoughtfully. He knew now that she was an Outlander, about her family, that she had a wide variety of magics, and that she preferred white wine. He wasn't sure how many other surface-level questions he could come up with. "What's the biggest dealbreaker for you, when you start dating someone?" It was a rather more serious question than she deserved, but he'd rather know now than later.

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

George