"Well, it's been a few months, and we've never had a proper date, have we?" She's in the kitchen, uncorking the wine. She's changed, too, now in a silk blouse and skirt, all in shades of forest green.
She returns to the table, leaning over his shoulder to pour him a glass. "I thought a little dinner, a little dancing, maybe?"
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She returns to the table, leaning over his shoulder to pour him a glass. "I thought a little dinner, a little dancing, maybe?"