[center] Yvette looked at his hand and felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. "That wounds wonderful. I love Thai food." She grinned to him. She put her hand in his, and was shocked at how cold it was. [i]Cold hands, warm heart![/i] she reminded herself, biting back a short chuckle at the corniness of the thought. She stood up, ready to follow his lead when he was ready. [/center]