It happened one night

Fly by night dinner Part 1

Y/N Your name
R/C Restaurant Choice
H/C Hair color
E/C Eye color

Dedicated to the reader who wished me to continue. You know who you are ;) AB
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Robert sat down in the secluded balcony seating of the second story of R/C. It was lit with white lights weaving through multiple trellises. The table, white cotton tablecloth, the centerpiece, a small cage enclosing a flame that danced in Robert's eyes.
Above there was a clear sky. Millions of stars. It was so open it was hard to believe the city was just below. You heard no one talking. No cars. Nothing. If you listen close enough you could hear his heart beating.
The head security personnel waited calmly outside the dining area just incase.
You pulled up in a lyft (you wouldn't dare show up in your car. You were embarassed.) You wore a dress that quite elegantly complimented your figure. The same dress you wore to your Aunt Gerta's wedding in Palm Springs.
It was a quite flattering black. Not matte, to sparkling. Just, elegant. Your H/C was also rather fine. Half up, half down. Small beachy waves. You could have rocked a red carpet if you wanted to. With Robert on your arm, it would be amazing.
The heels you wore were comfortable. Basically, in a nut shell your entire appearance could stop a blind man. Your E/C were radiant and full of nervousness as well but you were going to meet the man behind the velvety voice.
You took a breath and entered the establishment. Your Maitre D, Apollo, showed you to your table. Security gave you a stop and frisk. Your clutch purse was searched. You assumed it would be so you left your unmentionables at home. You were expecting any surprises tonight.
He gave you a smile and waves you in.
Robert looked perplexed a moment at the table until Apollo announced your arrival. Robert wore a rather dashing suit. It was a grey with converses (you expected the shoes).
He removed his glasses and stood up extending a hand.
"Wow. You don't look like a psychopath. More like a movie star. I'm Robert."
Your heart was racing but your wanted to play it cool. You played out a million scenerios in front of your mirror about if you were going to frak out, or pass out.
"Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet the man behind Tony Stark in person."
"Oh so you're a fan?" He asked.
Your brain was screaming, "UH FUCK YEAH. CAN WE GET MARRIED NOW. JESUS YOU ARE GORGEOUS IN PERSON. HOLY FUCK. I AM IN THE SAME BREATHING SPACE AS RDJ."
"I am quite the fan. I do appreciate you extending the invitation to dinner. I know how you must enjoy your privacy.." You were interrupted by him holding your hand.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but your eyes are the most beautiful shade of E/C, I have ever seen. But, no I love my fans. They're awesome. They are my motivation to continue to do what I do." He looked around a moment. "Here those heels must be killing you. Please sit." He offered.
Robert was truly a gentleman. He pulled your chair out for you and tucked you in your seat. He honestly had great conversation and wit. His laugh was infectious.
The conversation lasted another fifteen minutes until the wine was ordered.
"I am not assuming here but, tonight you are old enough to drink. You aren't driving are you?" He asked.
"Oh no. I didn't want to take my car incase of an occasion." You responded
Holy fuck. You never sounded so sophisticated. Move over Tom Hiddleston make way for Y/N!
Was it the nerves? The need to impress? You were just a clumsy, workaholic just hours before. Where did this Princess Diaries transformation come from?
This wasn't the real you but, you really enjoyed the night so far. Next up was dinner. Salads, cheese plates, breads. There was chicken served with more fresh greens. The wine poured. The conversation continued.
It was great..until dessert came...

To be continued.