“Of course you caught the best of them all; it’s someone I approve of!” Gray said with a chuckle as he finished up his plate. It came as no surprise that Monica would take his plate from him without his help. He watched her as she walked away. God what was with his mind! He was tilting his head and watching her walk away like a perverted man on the streets. Shaking his head viscously he turned his attention to the table.

[i]Gray, stop it… stop it… it’s Monica. Mon-i-ca! You shouldn’t be staring at her like that.[/i] He could slap himself for thinking in the manner that he was and yet… he couldn’t help it. He was pulled his gaze away from her as she turned back to come back to him. Her hand danced along his back and he could have sworn he let out a little squeak. This is crazy, just crazy!

Gray ate rather slowly as if trying to calm himself down. This was nut, insane even. His hand not holding his fork was gripping his pant leg so bad his knuckles were turning white. When she finally spoke his head jerked up, as if being pulled out a fantasy running through his head. “Oh yeah, I didn’t expect any of this for free.” He said with a chuckle as he finished up his cake and took a drink of the wine. 

Letting out a small sigh he leaned back, pulling his hand from his knee he draped his arm across the back of the chair and raised her glass to her. “To a lovely meal, a lovely apartment and a lovely woman. Thanks for dinner.” With that he clanked his glass against hers and took a drink. “So what now?