Elisa looked surprised. ”No, of course not.” She stopped and smiled to her. ”I’ve never really liked restaurants like that myself, so this is perfect.” She told her. Honestly, she’d been very relieved when Dominique had just wanted to go to a deli to get something. The place looked well kept, had a number of vegan dishes, and fast service – there really wasn’t much more she could want from a place to eat. Margot had liked to go out to nicer places a lot, and Elisa had been fine with that, liked it even (well, kind of, after she’d gotten used to it), but things like that hadn’t ever really mattered to her. She’d just liked spending time with Margot, just like she found herself thoroughly enjoying spending time with the new woman in her life.

”Good.” Dominique said with relief. ”I thought, maybe I should make… more of a show?” She asked, curious what Elisa would say.

”You are, in all the ways that matter.” Elisa told her, releasing Dominique’s hand and caressing her face a little.

Dominique leaned into the caress, stepping forward to get closer, finding her eyes fluttering closed in appreciation. She hummed a little in pleasure and opened her eyes, touching Elisa’s face back and smiling. It wasn’t a time for words, and somehow the bewilderingly enchanting Detective Maza seemed to understand that too. She was doing all the right things somehow, saying all the right things. Even her scent was pleasant, where, more times than not, she usually didn’t particularly care much for the scents of most humans. What they were doing would possibly be considered unusual or inappropriate to the humans around them, given human social conventions, but Dominique very much didn’t care at the moment. She moved in and kissed the woman she desired, and felt such a sense of rightness well up within her when Elisa kissed her back so automatically with seemingly no fear of what her fellow humans might think of her for doing so.

They were in the main square of the business district Nightstone Unlimited was based in, and it was lunch time, so the area was filled with people walking to or from eateries, or sitting down by themselves or with friends or colleagues to eat. Elisa noticed a little of a few of the reactions of those nearby in the background. She imagined they were probably getting about the usual range typical of when a gay couple did this sort of thing in public (in other words, sometimes people were approving, or sometimes they didn’t care, but other times, too often really, you got reactions that were depressingly uncomfortably similar to the reactions you might get if you wore a swastika on your shirt and shaved your head or something). But Elisa had long learned it was just something that came with the territory and so, as a rule, tried to ignore anything that didn’t look like it might approach an actual physical threat. Dominique though, to her eyes, seemed to take that to an entirely different level. During the tour before, she’d only ever looked entirely proud to introduce her to her employees or to be seen holding hands with her. She acted like their relationship was normal in such a genuine way, like she really thought it was. Elisa had thought that might just have been because she’d owned the company and could fire anyone who gave her a dirty look if she wanted, but by the way she’d just kissed her and the way she was looking into her eyes now, Elisa knew that wasn’t it at all because she had that same attitude now surrounded by strangers out in a public square. See, usually, even if you, as a lesbian, gay, bisexual, transsexual, queer, etc person, had really extraordinary levels of self-assurance and belief in who you are, that it’s right and good and wonderful even, and you even have the support of friends, family, and the local LGBTQ community, there’s still this part of you that recognizes that a lot of other people just don’t feel that way, and it… affects you. Even if just in small ways. How you act, how you feel, how you look at the world. It’s hard to help it, really. For Dominique though, she just didn’t seem to have that in her, at all. It was an infectious, and, frankly, very refreshing attitude and it made Elisa feel really good to be around someone like that.