“Sorry about that. I just walked past someone on the way in who'd ordered one and I couldn't stop myself. I'LL totally pay for it." She apologised.

“It's fine Jen. Although, that wasn't one guy who we walked past that ordered it. It was two truckers. But this is kind of our first date right? So it's on me. After this I figured you could just pay for everything we do anyway." I smirked.

"Oh well if that's the deal I'm getting ice cream too."

“I'm not rolling you out of here, you know.”

“That's good, Larry, invite a girl to dinner and comment on her weight.

I hear that always ends well for guys." She rolled her eyes at me.

“I think I've been doing pretty well so far." I hoped.

“Well that's true." Her expression turned from long-suffering to enticingly naughty in the blink of an eye.

“So. Since when do you eat meat medium rare?" I asked the question far too innocently.

"Since today." She said somewhat defensively.

“Hey, it's your steak." I smiled. "It's just..."

“That I'm getting a taste for blood?" She cut straight to the point.

“The thought had occurred. Especially with everything else." I said.

“You want me to get a salad instead?" She asked, an obvious edge in her voice.

“No, of course not. Don't be silly." I reached across the table and placed my hand on her forearm reassuringly.

“You know if you hadn't made me watch all those horror movies I'd be fine right now." She accused as she moved her arm to squeeze my hand with hers.

“Jenny, I made you watch those horror movies so you'd snuggle up with me when you got scared." I admitted.

The confession brought a pleased if somewhat surprised smile to her face.

“So what do we do if..." Her words trailed off, their meaning obvious.

“Right now? I have no idea. Worst comes to worst, we chain you up on the full moon."