Jack had promised Ianto dinner at a nice restaurant to make up for having to work on his day off, but this wasn’t what he’d expected.
“How’d you get a table here at such short notice?” The restaurant was the most exclusive in Cardiff; Ianto was glad he’d changed into a suit before heading to the Hub when he was called in. He would never have been let in otherwise. Even Jack had swapped his usual style for something more appropriate.
“The manager owed me a favour for getting him the job. He’s an alien.”
“Always good to have connections.”