Greta!
If his brother was going to force him into quidditch functions, then he was going to use it to his full advantage.
Jake insisted he be given an extra ticket, and without much flourish had mailed it to Greta Catchlove, writing in the letter that he think she would like dressing up and that he would be her date if she wished.
The evening was of perfect timing, too. He and Ollie set out on their expedition tomorrow night and Jake found that his only qualm about leaving the country with his friend was not being able to see Greta. His healer told him that he may want to relate these feelings to her, seeing as a one-sided infatuation never went anywhere good. Jake didn't particularly think it was a problem, and had no idea how to 'make a move,' as his healer had put it.
Jake doubted Healer Diggle had ever 'made a move.'
He stood at the entrance of the pitch, hands clasped behind his back as he waited for Greta. He should have picked her up. Why didn't he pick her up? Greta was a more than capable woman, but all the stories he listened to had the blokes waiting outside the door of the flat, nervous. Was he nervous? Could he be nervous, if it had not been specified if this was a date or not? He should have specified.
Jake frowned, wondering if all of his questions meant he was nervous. He turned away from the pitch and there she was. He smiled and it reached his eyes.
"You're beautiful," he stated as fact. "We'll have a good evening."
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