Will couldn't help smiling again as Molly told him about her cooking experience. She had such a sweet sense of humor and he found he liked it immensely. "I mostly only ever cooked for my dogs," he told her in return. "I only ever had to worry about feeding them and myself, so they got good stuff and I just ate sandwiches all the time. Of course they'll eat practically anything, so it probably doesn't say much for my cooking skills," he added with a soft smirk.
The waiter came and Will didn't like the look of him from the start, but then he gave Molly a haughty, unimpressed look when she ordered her beer and a vindictive part of Will's brain hoped that Hannibal would come eat here and be served by this man. The amount of rudeness that peeled off him would have Hannibal planning a meal before he was done putting in his order.
When the waiter got to Will, he ordered the same beer as Molly, rather than the white wine he'd been contemplating. He liked beer just fine, and standing in solidarity with Molly and seeing the waiter recoil a second time was worth it. He ordered his dinner curtly and handed his menu over as well with a look that said he had about one more chance to earn his tip. Once they were alone again, Will took a breath, letting the ire in him burn down a fraction, looking at Molly and remembering why they were here, that all that mattered was being with her.
"So," he said, reaching out for her hand across the top of the table, soft smile on his lips. "Tell me more about yourself."
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Date: 2015-12-15 09:44 pm (UTC)The waiter came and Will didn't like the look of him from the start, but then he gave Molly a haughty, unimpressed look when she ordered her beer and a vindictive part of Will's brain hoped that Hannibal would come eat here and be served by this man. The amount of rudeness that peeled off him would have Hannibal planning a meal before he was done putting in his order.
When the waiter got to Will, he ordered the same beer as Molly, rather than the white wine he'd been contemplating. He liked beer just fine, and standing in solidarity with Molly and seeing the waiter recoil a second time was worth it. He ordered his dinner curtly and handed his menu over as well with a look that said he had about one more chance to earn his tip. Once they were alone again, Will took a breath, letting the ire in him burn down a fraction, looking at Molly and remembering why they were here, that all that mattered was being with her.
"So," he said, reaching out for her hand across the top of the table, soft smile on his lips. "Tell me more about yourself."