An Accident

Primo repeats his offering from their previous date, reaching his hand across the table and laying it in front of the Omega, palm up. Almost at once the Omega puts his smaller hands into his, curling his soft fingers around his hand. 

It makes him warm that the Omega seems to be beginning to trust him, his lack of hesitation to take his offers hand a good sign.

They pull apart when their waitress came with their menus. She waits a discrete distance away while they decide, then takes their orders and disappears to get their drinks. 

Slowly Nigel becomes comfortable again, relaxing into the atmosphere, his usual habit of saying anything and everything on his mind back in full force.

"This place is so pretty. I love all the vines and flowers. I have a plant you know, his name is Charles and he's an orchid. He's blue, and his color is really pretty and unique. I've had him for almost two years, and he always has flowers. Here look."