It's like before.
Well, not quite.
But it's still fucking inviting.
She blinks her eyes open as she hands the spoon back. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"
"You get off on caffeine."
She laughs. "Yeah. Kinda."
"Does tea inspire the same reaction?"
"It's not nearly as intense."
"Good to know." I lick icing from the spoon. It's too sweet for me, but it's still fucking good.
"Aren't you supposed to say something about how we already had dessert?"
"You giving me tips on my game again?"
"As long as you still need them."
"Turns out you're not supposed to frost a cake until it's cool."
"Ah."
"Which means you'll have to come back here after dinner."
Her lips curl into a smile. "You had a master plan?"
"If making you come again counts as a master plan, yeah."
* * *
Iris smooths her skirt as she looks around the restaurant's courtyard. "Hmm."
"Hmm?"
"Candles. Flowers." She nods to the vase with a single rose on the side of the table. "Outdoor atmosphere."
"Yeah?"
"Romantic."
I shake my head. "All the places around here are like this."
"Perfect for a date?"
"Homey."
Her eyes meet mine. "I was going to ask about that."
I arch a brow.
"This neighborhood is all families."
"And?"