( paco's reminds her of the tex-mex places she'd frequent back in central city, the kind that offers 2-for-1 margarita specials on fight nights and endless chips and salsa with the purchase of any drinks. it's loud, and a little tacky, and generally not exactly the kind of place you'd take a date you wanted to impress, but there's personality too. authenticity in the flavors, if not necessarily the decor.
they find a parking space with little difficulty, robbie's excellent handling pulling in to an opening that most would pass up. the car pulls up just a breath away from a lazily parked sedan on the right, one that's easily half a foot over the line, and linda knows trying to open the passenger side door is just asking for a ding on somebody's car. not exactly the best way to start an evening. so instead, she follows him out, that palm draped over his thigh easily slid over to catch on his offered hand instead, letting him guide her across the bench seat and out the driver's side door. it's a gallant little motion, a nice surprise; she's not normally one to oblige saccharine gestures on a first date, but somehow, she finds she doesn't mind.
there's a few moments of waiting before a table can be found, but once they're seated, service is quick, the waitress bringing over a menu that's admittedly larger than she'd expected, and gesturing to a chalkboard wall detailing the various flavors and variations on the margarita available for purchase. it's not enough just to have a classic, or just to order one. it's a 2-for-1 night, apparently. )
Avocado, obviously, and... ( a quick glance across the table, ) blood orange? Yeah?
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they find a parking space with little difficulty, robbie's excellent handling pulling in to an opening that most would pass up. the car pulls up just a breath away from a lazily parked sedan on the right, one that's easily half a foot over the line, and linda knows trying to open the passenger side door is just asking for a ding on somebody's car. not exactly the best way to start an evening. so instead, she follows him out, that palm draped over his thigh easily slid over to catch on his offered hand instead, letting him guide her across the bench seat and out the driver's side door. it's a gallant little motion, a nice surprise; she's not normally one to oblige saccharine gestures on a first date, but somehow, she finds she doesn't mind.
there's a few moments of waiting before a table can be found, but once they're seated, service is quick, the waitress bringing over a menu that's admittedly larger than she'd expected, and gesturing to a chalkboard wall detailing the various flavors and variations on the margarita available for purchase. it's not enough just to have a classic, or just to order one. it's a 2-for-1 night, apparently. )
Avocado, obviously, and... ( a quick glance across the table, ) blood orange? Yeah?