07-10-2014, 09:19 PM
She tried to imagine Drayson with his family at Christmas. It made her nostalgic. Torri made the decision to call her mom when she got home that night. She hadn't told her parents she was going to Mecca, and after not hearing from her for those days, they'd been worried out of their minds.
Drayson had a nice smile. Surprisingly, the expression seemed genuine. Surprising only in that for most of her history, sincerity between people was a rare commodity. More than that, it made her want to forget about the mess that was her daily life and just enjoy sharing a meal with someone. A fine meal, too. She found herself looking forward to wine.
"I'm in Moscow because I'm an army physician, and I was stationed here."
She shrugged without much thought for the whims of her life. Maybe she spoke a little too bluntly, but when not at bedside, she had a tendency to be forthright. Drayson was a tough looking fellow, he could probably take it.
The waiter delivered menus, and Torri browsed the wine list before the food. She had zero clue what most of the selections were, but knew enough to pick out varities she knew she liked. A red sounded nice, but she couldn't tell if Drayson meant it as a suggestion for the table or merely his own preference. "Red sounds good."
She replied in case he meant to order a bottle, but as backup, she had a glass of pinot picked out should she be on her own.
She glanced studiously over the foods, and her brows lifted, impressed, when she realized the immensity of Drayson's steak selection. That was a beautiful cut of meat, but Torri was leaning elsewhere. Duck, maybe. Or sterlet: neither of those were things she made for herself at home. Nice restaurant, pleasant company, delicious wine. Duck paired well.
The remainder of the courses were selected in her mind but she was able to carry on the conversation while Drayson perused his options.
"Will you be doing anything for Christmas, then? Friends? Co-workers? I'm not particularly religious, but I might go to a service somewhere. Or just work."
She smirked like that might be the case. "At least it'll be quiet and I can get some stuff done."
Then a thought dawned on her. "I wonder if I'll be required to attend service at the Kremlin. I didn't even think of that..."
They had all kinds of ceremonies coming up. It would be fitting that she was expected to be in attendance. Christmas was days away, one would think the army would inform her of things like that, but then again, it was the army.
Drayson had a nice smile. Surprisingly, the expression seemed genuine. Surprising only in that for most of her history, sincerity between people was a rare commodity. More than that, it made her want to forget about the mess that was her daily life and just enjoy sharing a meal with someone. A fine meal, too. She found herself looking forward to wine.
"I'm in Moscow because I'm an army physician, and I was stationed here."
She shrugged without much thought for the whims of her life. Maybe she spoke a little too bluntly, but when not at bedside, she had a tendency to be forthright. Drayson was a tough looking fellow, he could probably take it.
The waiter delivered menus, and Torri browsed the wine list before the food. She had zero clue what most of the selections were, but knew enough to pick out varities she knew she liked. A red sounded nice, but she couldn't tell if Drayson meant it as a suggestion for the table or merely his own preference. "Red sounds good."
She replied in case he meant to order a bottle, but as backup, she had a glass of pinot picked out should she be on her own.
She glanced studiously over the foods, and her brows lifted, impressed, when she realized the immensity of Drayson's steak selection. That was a beautiful cut of meat, but Torri was leaning elsewhere. Duck, maybe. Or sterlet: neither of those were things she made for herself at home. Nice restaurant, pleasant company, delicious wine. Duck paired well.
The remainder of the courses were selected in her mind but she was able to carry on the conversation while Drayson perused his options.
"Will you be doing anything for Christmas, then? Friends? Co-workers? I'm not particularly religious, but I might go to a service somewhere. Or just work."
She smirked like that might be the case. "At least it'll be quiet and I can get some stuff done."
Then a thought dawned on her. "I wonder if I'll be required to attend service at the Kremlin. I didn't even think of that..."
They had all kinds of ceremonies coming up. It would be fitting that she was expected to be in attendance. Christmas was days away, one would think the army would inform her of things like that, but then again, it was the army.