[He'll just stare at her for a moment before there's a light, playful little grin, a firmer press of his fingertips that slide down her calf, and then a wink before he pulls back.]
Bring it in.
[The waiter is still hesitant because at first glance it looked like they were just talking from his angle from the door, but... Seeing the hands held, how much closer they appeared—it's only thanks to the tablecloth being floor length that he doesn't see more.
But the poor boy will quickly walk in to clear out their plates and set down the tiramisu between them, offering a hasty, "Enjoy," before retreating.]
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Bring it in.
[The waiter is still hesitant because at first glance it looked like they were just talking from his angle from the door, but... Seeing the hands held, how much closer they appeared—it's only thanks to the tablecloth being floor length that he doesn't see more.
But the poor boy will quickly walk in to clear out their plates and set down the tiramisu between them, offering a hasty, "Enjoy," before retreating.]