Riley laughed and shook her head. "I'll take your word for it." She said. "Well, I really should be going. Here's my address, come on over and I'll cook you dinner. I've turned into quite the chef- and by that I mean take out." She said, laughing. "I'll see you later, say around 7-is?" She said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "We'll catch up tonight." She said, throwing her cup away. "Bye!" She said, waving at him as she walked out of the coffee shop and getting in her truck, she started it up and headed to her loft. She lived alone, after making an agreement with Oliver to not live with each other until they were married. She smiled to herself thinking about the engagment. They set the wedding date for spring, only four months away. The closer it got to her wedding day, the more nervous Riley got.

When she got to the loft, she parked and got out, going inside. It was spacious, and sometimes lonely. She kept it clean, not a thing out of place. Sighing, she hung up her keys on the hanger and took off the jacket, hanging it up on the hanger as well. She pulled her hair in a messy bun and headed to the kitchen. She wasn't lying, she could cook out a little, her best dish being spaghetti, her mom's special recipe, so she started preparing everything. While the noodles were boiling she went into her bedroom to change into a blue dress, it stopped at her knees and had thin straps. It was plain and looked both casual and classy, she topped it off by letting her hair down and running a straightener through it and black heels.

It was almost seven and she quickly finished setting the table and serving dinner, now all she had to do was wait for her guest of honor.