All Good Things...

Eliana, upon seeing he was going in for a kiss, met him halfway.

When he had broken away, she smiled lightly, her frustration forgotten.

"Then after dinner, we'll have to get you packed. At the latest we'll want to leave by tomorrow."

With that, she opened the door to head for the restaurant. She had reserved a back, dimly lit table for them.

The place was semi-fancy, but it didn't have chandeliers on the ceiling or anything. The booths were made of comfortable red leather, and a candle was on each table. The entire place smelled of garlic, as Italian places generally did.

Their's was set with a basket of fresh breadsticks and two menus.

Eliana sat across from him, but close enough that they could have reached out and touched one and other.

The seat was a half circle, a little alcove from view.

She lifted her menu partially and studied it.

A waitress arrived, speaking in a heavy Italian accent.

"What drinks would you like to order?" she asked, looking between both Eli and Mal.

Eli's response was to look at Malvoes. It seemed she would let take control of the date if he so wished.

Eliana flashed a dazzling smile to the waitress.

"Water for me, too," she said.

The waitress jotted this all down. "I take it you both need a little more time to order?"

"Yes," Eli said, then turned her attention back to Mal as the waitress departed.

"You spoke some Italian earlier. Do you speak it fluently?"

Eli leaned closer toward him, her hands keeping her head up via her chin. She almost seemed to look through him.

"I know," she said when he mentioned he had a photographic memory. "I know about all of your abilities."

She held up a hand. "That's one of my powers."

Eliana smiled, there was surprisingly nothing cocky about it. "I know how to speak Irish and Latin. Never bothered with anything else."

Eli then motioned to his menu. "Do you know what you want?"

Eliana was momentarily confused by the brief flash of worry on his face. That was probably the ability of hers people needed to fear the least.

When he asked her what she wanted, she didn't say anything. She stared at him, bemused and tried to solve him.

The waitress returned a minute into this staring, and when she did, Eliana didn't look at her, but she addressed her.

"He'll take the pesto tortellini dish and I'll have the fennel parmesan."

The waitress reaffirmed this before setting their drinks down and offering Mal the wine to test.