After The Date
Ianto was happy to be going home after the date. He knew Jack and Spaghetti bolognaise wasn't a good mix. It was embarrassing
more to the fact that Jack didn't really mind he would shovel more than he knew he could fit into his mouth. Ianto turned the
key with one hand, and pulling off his favourite red silk tie with the other.
Ianto wiped his feet on the mat and disappeared into the kitchen straight away. Jack shut the door behind him, turning around he
stopped and admired Ianto's lounge. Jack had pictured Ianto's flat before, on several accessions, but he never expected Ianto
to have dark purple walls, with a dark oak looking coffee table. On the table were four black coffee coasters, carefully stacked
on the corner of it.
Jack sat on the black leaver sofa, he smiled as he did, he knew Ianto loved leather furniture. The TV that lay on a small wooden
stand with a DVD player and freeview box that had been symmetrically placed on the shelf below