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[bellabelgium]

[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.

Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]

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Bleh. Working 1 to 11. But I got off lucky.

[bellabelgium]

[ She panics for the briefest moment before they both manage to secure the bottle. Whew, table cloth safe, glass up, bottle secured. She looks over at him, looking surprised but she lets out a soft laugh before pulling the bottle away. ]

Nervous or something?

Lucky?!

[handelaar]

[A year ago he would've had some retort for that, but now... yeah, he kind of is. And he would've been, worse, a year ago. It's just that he's comfortable enough to say he is, now. So he licks his lips and keeps staring at the bottle.]

Kinda.

[He shouldn't be, he knows. It's just another Sinterklaas with a few twists -


no it's not.]

Others worked 16 hour shifts today.

[bellabelgium]

[ She looks up at that answer, giving him a small understanding smile as she takes the bottle from him to pour the wine herself. ]

...me too. But it's alright. It's a good nervous.

Gross wow.

[handelaar]

[Brow raise.]

Good nervous.

[Is he serious or is he mocking her. It is a mystery.]

I know. And tomorrow is day 10 in my 10 day work block. Urg.

[bellabelgium]

[ And she's completely unfazed by it. ]

You heard me.

[ She smiles at him and pours him his wine, handing him his glass before pouring one for herself. ]

But then you're FREEEE.

[handelaar]

Hn.

[Judging expression over with, then. He bites on his lip as he takes the glass from her and debates on throwing it all back at once. Could be funny. Could piss her off. Of course he doesn't realize he's drumming his fingers straight up the side of the glass the entire time either, taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap.]

What is it. I mean, what kind is it. Other than, uh, red.

[...then he glances at the bottle, making sure it actually says red and not whatever the pink stuff is called. What is a wine how does it work.]

A WHOLE DAY OFF OMGGG

[bellabelgium]

It's a Merlot. Older vintage Romano gave me not too long ago. Is that alright?

[handelaar]

[Definitely perks up when she says Romano gave it to her.]

Sounds good.

[Not Spain's or France's or Germany's what a smooth move on her part.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Smooth move on Romano's part. He was probably hoping she'd open that bottle when he was around. ]

It's very good. I promise.

[handelaar]

[H-haha-ha rubbing the back of his neck now, not what he meant.]

Take your word on it.

[bellabelgium]

[ She smiles at him, setting the bottle down and taking her glass in hand, holding it up to his. ]

Happy Sinterklaas, Broer.

[handelaar]

[He reaches out to take his glass and can't quite smile back even though he wants to - which means something's off and it's going to keep him like this until it's fixed, so he pulls back and mutters "hold on" as he glances around looking upset.

Frowns down at the table and blinks.]

Oh.

[With that he glances up at her as he stands, bashful sort of look on his face, and starts moving her careful table setup all around so that his place setting is beside her rather than across from her.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She blinks and tilts her head at him as he suddenly looks around. ]

Is something wrong?

[ Looking very confused, she watches him as he starts to rearrange things, slowly coming to the realization that he's setting it up to sit next to her. She can't help but smile, waiting for him patiently. ]

[handelaar]

Mm...

[And as he finishes up and fwumps down into the seat beside her, leaning back to shoot her a grin half-genuine and half-cocky:]

Not now.

[Then he grabs his glass.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Smiles back at him, holding her glass up one more time. ]

Happy Sinterklaas, Ned.

[handelaar]

Happy Sinterklaas...

[He leans his shoulder into hers before he even bothers clinking his glass back. Yep, way better.]

Time to backtag~

[bellabelgium]

[ She almost blushes when their shoulders meet, clinking her glass softly against his and taking a small sip before she leans over to press her lips to his cheek. ]