Francesca would smile as Ben invited her to step on the elevator first. "So, what's the name of your dog?" he'd ask as they made their way down to the ground floor.
"Roxie. I got her from a friend, and we were watching that play Chicago when I first met her. So I guess my sweetheart is named after a gorgeous murderess." Francesca giggled a bit before stepping out into the main lobby and reassuring Ben that she had no issue with walking.
It was a relatively cool night in the city, and Francesca enjoyed the slight chill she got when the breeze picked up. Nevertheless she used the breeze as an excuse to hold onto Ben's arm and stay close to him as they walked the streets. She felt at ease with him, almost as if the two had known each other for a long time, and as they walked together she found herself smiling nearly the entire time.
"So how was your day? I'll be honest, when I woke up it felt like my whole body had dry-mouth."
Francesca snickered a bit at his comment before filling him in on her meet and greet with her old dance buddy.
"It was honestly pretty great to be dancing with her again, it's been ages since I've danced like that, and even longer since I've done so in a studio or on a stage of some sort."
The longing in her voice was noticeable, even to her, so before she brought herself, or the mood, down anymore she'd quickly change the subject, and point to an accident up the street.
"Wow, how does a taxi run over a bike rack like that? He must have been wasted out of his mind!"
When they finally arrived at the restaurant they were greeted by a friendly hostess who would quickly lead the pair to their table.
Francesca went to pull out her chair but before she could Ben would suddenly make his way around to her side of the table and pull the chair out for her - which she'd thank him for with a soft smile before taking a seat.
"Are you comfortable? Oh, before I forget, are you perhaps allergic to anything?" Ben asked, after the hostess left their table.
"Oh I'm very comfortable, this place is really nice. In terms of allergies I'm only allergic to flour, sugar, salt, pepper, and water, so as long as the food doesn't have any of that in it I'm fine!"
Francesca would hold a rather serious expression on her face for a few seconds before laughing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I've yet to have an allergic reaction to any type of food, and I've eaten quite a bit in my life."
She enjoyed how much Ben was going out of his way to make her comfortable. Francesca was use to being asked out by men who were more into themselves then her, or who took little to no interest in how comfortable she was on a date, so it was a much welcomed change to be sitting across from someone who seemed to genuinely care
"What would you like to drink?"
"Heineken on tap would be lovely."
Francesca pulled her phone out from her bag and pointed it towards Ben as she opened her camera app up.
"Smile!"
She'd wait a few seconds before snapping the picture and then opening up instagram. It had been a while since she posted anything on her page, but Ben looked quite handsome with the classy restaurant decor as a backdrop, and her inner amateur photographer couldn't resist.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it." she teased.
"So tell me, after you got that dry-mouth off of you what were you up to today?"