They were on the same wavelength, they must have been or she couldn't have given him grief about not asking her out. So he wasn't going to accept the tease or let her put him off.
Pretending to look dismayed Ambrose shook his head at an invisible appointment book.
"I'm afraid next month won't work for me. I'm all booked up. Would you be able to squeeze me in say this weekend?"
That was as restrained as Ambrose was willing to be. He would have asked her out for tomorrow night, but he needed a little time to plan and didn't want to come off over eager, just eager would do perfectly fine.
"Say Saturday night?"
A Little Take-Out (attn: Ambrose)
[COLOR=black]Ysabel had been a little surprised when Ambrose offered to escort her out of Vesper. She'd thought he'd been withdrawn while they'd chatted with Aaron and Yuu and she hadn't really been sure why, but this confirmed her suspicions that perhaps he was just shy in larger groups. She adjusted the pace of her gait to match his slower one, not minding at all. Perhaps he might be able to oblige her with a snack after all. [/COLOR][COLOR=black]
They finally stood just outside Vesper, and Ysabel found herself torn between good manners and better manners. On the one hand, it would be rude to mention Ambrose's injured leg, but on the other she hardly wanted him to feel obliged to walk her home if it would cause him discomfort. They could always take a cab.
Finally, concern for his comfort won out over concern for his pride and she looked up at him questioningly.
"I don't mean to be rude," even just saying that she felt her cheeks color a bit, "but...well, I see you've injured your leg and I don't want you to go to any trouble, Mister Ambrose. It's not a very long walk to our condo, but we could call a cab."
Ysabel thought it was quite kind of him to offer to see her home, and somewhere in the back of her head she considered the fact that Dayle probably wasn't opposed to take-out. Or free delivery. [/COLOR]
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel nodded, dropping the pretense of consideration. "Saturday sounds wonderful."
She stood then, albeit reluctantly. "I really do need to get some unpacking done tonight. I'm not very good at it. Does the offer of an escort home still stand? I'd hate to have you driving around Nachton all evening on Saturday."
She waited a beat and then added, "That, and we don't exactly have a phone yet."
Ysabel tried not to let her enthusiasm show. She was atually looking forward to having some more time to speak with Ambrose. He was... intriguing. And a refreshing change from some of her previous incredibly stuffy suitors.
She stood then, albeit reluctantly. "I really do need to get some unpacking done tonight. I'm not very good at it. Does the offer of an escort home still stand? I'd hate to have you driving around Nachton all evening on Saturday."
She waited a beat and then added, "That, and we don't exactly have a phone yet."
Ysabel tried not to let her enthusiasm show. She was atually looking forward to having some more time to speak with Ambrose. He was... intriguing. And a refreshing change from some of her previous incredibly stuffy suitors.
Ambrose
18 years ago
"Of course it does"
Ambrose stood, stiffly and not enthusiastically, but he did intend to take the lady home. If nothing else he needed to know where she lived so he could pick her up in a few days.
"How does about nine o'clock sound? I can always send you a note if things change"
It was probably too late for the opera, but it was well after dark and enough of Nachton was twenty four hours that Ambrose wasn't worried about finding something suitable. That and brush up on the state of things in the equestrian world, he had a feeling that topic might come up again.
For now, he once again offered his arm to her.
"Shall we?"
((OOC... both out with permission))
Ambrose stood, stiffly and not enthusiastically, but he did intend to take the lady home. If nothing else he needed to know where she lived so he could pick her up in a few days.
"How does about nine o'clock sound? I can always send you a note if things change"
It was probably too late for the opera, but it was well after dark and enough of Nachton was twenty four hours that Ambrose wasn't worried about finding something suitable. That and brush up on the state of things in the equestrian world, he had a feeling that topic might come up again.
For now, he once again offered his arm to her.
"Shall we?"
((OOC... both out with permission))