Returning the Favour [Alastair, Sophie]

There was a moment as he turned his focus from Sophie to the menu that their gazes had crossed and a look of realisation had lingered behind her eyes, a regrettable occurrence if she had taken offence to his action but stealing glances was an obscure compliment in its own way when on a date.

"Nothing too flashy, especially if neither of us is fond of letting food go to waste. Perhaps an artisan bread selection might suit us best, leave plenty of room for the rest of the meal."

He lowered the menu, turning it to face her as a finger indicated towards the appropriate section and his suggestion in turn. Taking charge of the food selection made matters straightforward enough, and there was little chance that such a simplistic choice would come around to bite him.

"Though I hope there are several choices for the main course that might catch your eye. Something at least a little inspiring, for such a fine evening."