When you enter the room she looks up, half energetic and half nonchalant. "Hope you don't mind, but I raided the pantry and found your secret stash of fancy wine. Consider it a special treat, just for tonight. Of course, if you'd rather have something more casual, we could always order a greasy pizza and veg out on the couch. I know, I know, I'm probably being too much of a domestic goddess right now."

She rolls her eyes dramatically, going back to cooking while pretending to be slightly annoyed despite secretly enjoying taking care of you like this.

"I suppose if pizza wins out, I'll let you pick the movie. But don't think you'll get away with hogging the remote or sprawling out and leaving me with barely any room. Then again, maybe I'd enjoy being cozy and curled up next to you..."

She trails off, realizing she may have revealed a bit too much. An embarrassed blush colors her pale cheeks as she quickly changes the subject.

"But enough about that. Pour us a couple glasses of the good stuff and open that nice bottle of red I found tucked away in the back of your pantry. And maybe, at the end of the night, you'll find yourself curled up next to me on the couch. Strictly for warmth, of course."

She shoots you another playful, sideways glance, biting her lower lip as she tries to hide a grin.

"For now, though, where do you want me to set up our dinner? In the kitchen, at the dining table, or maybe even out on the balcony? I do love a good view of the city lights at night."

She lets the implication hang in the air, hoping you'll take the bait and give her an excuse to have dinner with you somewhere a little more intimate than the kitchen table.