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m_findlowTitle: Overwhelmed
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 332 - Order at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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drabble_zoneSummary: Jack is acting a little strange on their date. A double drabble.
Ianto peered over his menu, surreptitiously watching Jack. He was fidgeting with the menu, looking all kinds of unsettled. It didn't bode well, Ianto thought, given how this was meant to be their first proper date. If Jack was fidgety now, they wouldn't even make it past entrees before he was finding an excuse to get out of there.
'Anything take your fancy?' he asked, keeping his tone nonchalant, like they went to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town every other week.
'I don't know,' Jack replied, sounding anything but nonchalant.
'I only ask because the waiter had been giving us the eye for the better part of ten minutes. I think he's starting to take it personally.'
Jack huffed and hawed behind the heavy parchment. Ianto realised that Jack wasn't fidgety, he was flustered. He thought he'd be the nervous one, going on a date with Jack, not the other way around.
'How about I order for us?' Ianto suggested. 'That way, if you don't like yours you can eat mine.'
Jack puffed out a relieved breath. 'Thanks. A little out of practice with the whole taking someone out to dinner thing.'
'We'll muddle through,' Ianto promised.
Ianto peered over his menu, surreptitiously watching Jack. He was fidgeting with the menu, looking all kinds of unsettled. It didn't bode well, Ianto thought, given how this was meant to be their first proper date. If Jack was fidgety now, they wouldn't even make it past entrees before he was finding an excuse to get out of there.
'Anything take your fancy?' he asked, keeping his tone nonchalant, like they went to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town every other week.
'I don't know,' Jack replied, sounding anything but nonchalant.
'I only ask because the waiter had been giving us the eye for the better part of ten minutes. I think he's starting to take it personally.'
Jack huffed and hawed behind the heavy parchment. Ianto realised that Jack wasn't fidgety, he was flustered. He thought he'd be the nervous one, going on a date with Jack, not the other way around.
'How about I order for us?' Ianto suggested. 'That way, if you don't like yours you can eat mine.'
Jack puffed out a relieved breath. 'Thanks. A little out of practice with the whole taking someone out to dinner thing.'
'We'll muddle through,' Ianto promised.
