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It's Nothing, Just An Evening Out, Really
Mar. 13th, 2003 03:02 pmDavid recalled the two theatre tickets that Harry gave him, with his compliments, so that he might be able to see "The Merchant Of Venice" one more time. He had almost forgotten he had them.
A thought occurred to him. Would Hugo be interested in attending the theatre? David thought this might be a nice way to show Hugo another aspect of life in Paris. Fine, then. David would ask him if he would like to accompany him tomorrow evening.
And David immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Did he seriously intend to do this? And why did he feel like a young man working up enough nerve to ask for his first dance?
This is silly. It's just an evening out, with a friend. He would enjoy it, and I would too. And that's that. Hugo should be at the club, I'll just stop by before he starts working his shift, and see if he's interested.
David left the hotel, and started walking towards the club, swiftly. As if he was almost afraid to slow down...
A thought occurred to him. Would Hugo be interested in attending the theatre? David thought this might be a nice way to show Hugo another aspect of life in Paris. Fine, then. David would ask him if he would like to accompany him tomorrow evening.
And David immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Did he seriously intend to do this? And why did he feel like a young man working up enough nerve to ask for his first dance?
This is silly. It's just an evening out, with a friend. He would enjoy it, and I would too. And that's that. Hugo should be at the club, I'll just stop by before he starts working his shift, and see if he's interested.
David left the hotel, and started walking towards the club, swiftly. As if he was almost afraid to slow down...
