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Who: London and Ezio
What: Ezio take London out on a date after she asserts herself.
When: Backdated to Sunday afternoon
Where: It starts off in the castle and moves to a restaurant of Ezio's choosing.
Rating: We'll say it's PG for now.

London knew just how long it would take for her to get ready for a date. Two hours was just enough. Her hair was styled in a perfect cascade of beachy waves and she had summoned a trendy maxi dress form the magic castle closet.

She didn't want to be too early, so she took her time. If anything, she was shooting for fashionably late. To be on the safe side, London stood at the landing of the main floor, watching for Ezio. The illusion of being fashionably late was almost as important as actually being late.

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Ezio was in a pretty good mood.

Here is what he knew about London Tipton: she was a bit air-headed. She was chipper and pleasant. She was adventurous, to go meet a strange man for a date without even having seen his face or learned much about him.

So on the way down from the top of his tower, he contemplates what else this girl might be, and vaguely hopes she isn't dog-faced or something. If she was, he supposed he would just be learning a lesson about the pitfalls of dating strangers over the journal. Maybe, anyway. Perhaps he'd go for it anyway. By time he reached the lobby and sat down, he had decided that he would just wait and see. After all, modern girls had this "dating" thing, and he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. It was all just for fun and a good meal with good company.

But as luck would have it -- or perhaps just statistics, given Paradisa's propensity towards beautiful people -- when he turned to see the young woman standing on the landing, he knew he'd found yet another attractive new friend. Her dress wasn't like much of the other modern clothing he had seen, and in fact, the waistline reminded him somewhat of the dresses of his time.

Ezio grinned as he stood up and held up the roses in his hand.

"I have lovely flowers for a beautiful young woman I am to meet!" he called. "Would you happen to be signorina London?"

London had taken note of the man in the elaborate outfit sitting on a lobby bench. He was quite good looking, and she had hoped that he was the one she'd flirted her way into a date with. When she saw the bouquet of roses in his hands, she grinned to herself.

The urge to hop down the stairs and cheerily greet him was put on hold when she noticed him starting to approach her. With a smile, she stood where she was until he reached her. Her princess mentality was still there, and she felt a little like Juliet.

She giggled before responding. "That would be me, London Tipton! You must be Ezio." She took a few steps down, getting closer to the gentleman.

"That I am," he grinned, walking up a few steps before extending a hand to take hers, still holding the flowers in the other. With his dark hair, good looks and Renaissance-clothing, he certainly could be some sort of Romeo.

"I am pleased to meet you in person."

And when she gives him her hand, you can bet he'll place a kiss upon it.

London giggled like a schoolgirl as he placed the kiss upon her hand. He certainly was good-looking, and he knew quit well how to treat an heiress in her eyes.

She took in his outfit with a smile. It certainly wasn't common anymore where she came from, but there was just something so romantic about it.

"I like your outfit! I feel so under-dressed. Oh! Should I go change?"

"I am hardly over-dressed for my time, but I understand that the people of your time get that impression."

And that was the truth, too -- what was standard dress for Ezio always seemed so complex next to the average "modern" man. Ezio seldom felt overdressed, but it made him feel like there was a lot more care put into his clothes. Men from the twenty-first century wore plain shirts and simple pants with few embellishments, often without a single piece of leather or lace. It was the same for women, too, and Ezio certainly felt that something was lost on women from the twenty-first century. It was true that they could dress in minutes, but somehow the presentation was never the same.

"I think you are beautiful as you are, but we could get you a dress fit for a princess, if you'd prefer, or I could change to match you. I would not want you to worry about it."

A dress fit for a princess. In London's mind, she was already a princess. In spite of the fact that she is a woman of the 21st century, London was no stranger to elaborate designs, fabrics, prints, and materials. At least for her time. Granted, she did wear modern garments, but she wouldn't be caught dead in a simple pair of blue jeans or, god forbid, a t-shirt.

Somehow, she liked the idea of a 'theme date.'

"Aw, you think I'm beautiful? Would I be even more beautiful in a princess dress?"

"Of course I think you are beautiful," he replies, then handing her the flowers. "And there is not a woman in the world who does not shine more radiantly in a princess' gown."

"Well," she said, accepting the flowers and threading her arm through his. She smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes. "Lead the way."

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