is a longue bar located at the North Side Diagon Alley. Behind the bar is an exquisite upscale French restaurant where the bar is expanded from, serving dishes of delicate French cuisine. Operating from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m., you could enter it from either the bar or its main original entrance on the Shaftesbury Avenue. If you don't mind dining with Muggles, La Lune Bleue is undoubtedly one of the best choices for a refreshing brunch, a relaxing tea or a romantic dinner with your date. The buisness is owned by the Prince family.
Etta was, admittedly, early when she arrived at the place. Only by ten minutes, but still. She liked to think she's reached an age where that doesn't really matter. All the...politics of dating, she supposed. When one was meant too arrive, what to say, and all one might have worried about when they were younger. Unfortunately, Etta was still worrying. She hadn't been on a date since she was seventeen. Seventeen'. Fixing her cutlery, making sure they were absolutely straight, as she waited for her colleague. She was dressed simply. Not too casual, but nothing out there either. Etta wasn't sure what to wear so she wore something comfortable.
He hadn't been on a date in quite some time either, much less a first date. He arrived just five minutes after Etta. He'd been enjoying her company and friendship, and was relieved and pleased that she'd agreed to a date. He was a little nervous, but also eager, too. He came dressed in a nice suit jacket and slacks, and it was evident that he'd done some work taming his hair. "Etta, you look... lovely."