I've got so much left to say, if every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away
[Greek restaurant in Diagon Alley]
[evening]
[anyone, Attn Ginny]

*sits at the table on the patio waiting*

Can you bring wine, which ever you recommend and when my date comes can you bring the flaming cheese and stuffed grape leaves? Thanks.

*waitress walks back to kitchen*

For the love of Merlin and all his little pink ponies, I can't believe I'm this nervous. We've been on dates before, it's not like this is the first one, but bloody hell. My palms are practically dripping sweat.

*moves bouquet and box of chocolates for the fifth time*

Maybe the chocolates are trying to hard. No, no, I think she deserves them. *checks watch for the twentieth time* I hope she isn't going to stand up.