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Davu and London
"i don't know the whole city, love," he said cheerfully. "i'm as lost as you are. but that's what apparations is for, i assume. but this restaurant is amazing, i came here for a business meeting once and the salmon is delightful."

"it'd be a little over the top to drag you out to germany just to trick you," he hummed, swinging their hands.

he rolled his eyes at davu but chuckled. "i'd feel offended if it wasn't slightly true," he said. "oh please, you're about as sneaky as a wooly mammoth. i'd figured it out before you even started planning."

"you're right, the comparison is harsh, but the point stands," he said, somewhat oblivious to the sadness in the question. "yes, yes that is it. and we're establishing this now. i'm paying. got it?"

"no you're not because i've planned our next ten dates. you can pay after that," he said cheerfully, walking towards the restaurant. "you'll love this restaurant, trust me."

"trust me, i reviewed both our schedules. remember all those texts i sent you asking what you were doing for the next couple of weeks? those were for a reason, i can give you the date schedule later." he approached the entrance of the restaurant and greeted the two hostess at the door and signed in before they were led to a table on the second-floor balcony of the restaurant. "don't worry about attire. i've seen people walk in here in sweatpants. i don't think they care too much."

london nodding, looking over the balcony with a soft smile. "that's why i love the restaurant so much. whenever i come, i always reserve this table. i wanted you to see the view too."

"mm, i didn't think we'd be flirting yet but once again i am proven wrong by the unpredictable davu seeiso," he said sarcastically.

"i don't think that's how that works," he said, but he did look genuinely confused for a second before picking up the menu. "anyway, how's the shop?"

"steady business as usual, it's been rising since the royal wedding though, which was odd but business is business," he said with a shrug.

he grinned and began imagining what color and fabric would suit davu best. "maybe i should."

"i'll get sidetracked if i do that," he laughed. "but i'll keep the tailoring in mind. i'll call you when i can fit it in."

"procrastination is bad," he reprimanded playfully. he glanced at the waiter and said, "a lemonade and spargel mit bärlauch-hollandaise with a side of bavarian zwieback dumplings." the waiter confirmed their orders and then walked off to take them to the kitchen, taking their menus. after the waiter was gone, london turned back to davu to continue their conversation. "i don't think it'd be appropriate for the shop."

he rolled his eyes but was smirking all the while. "non-employees aren't allowed in those private rooms, but i'll think about the second option."

"i love you but you but becoming a part-time employee is not happening ever," he said, cheekily shooting davu down. "you're a cute distraction, i'll admit."

"cute and efficient are not synonymous," he reminded, tapping davu's nose. "this cute distraction can get a kiss, later, when we're not in a public area."

"i didn't say that," he corrected. "we're sitting across from each other, i'd have to lean over and that's inconvenient, and there's also food on the table."

he gladly returned the kiss, but not will another roll of his eyes afterward. "for you," he said. "me on the other hand, i'm wearing a four-hundred galleon suit. love you though."