"Wait. What's this?"
She stopped in her tracks, taking in the view in front of her; candlelights everywhere, apricot coloured roses on the table, a bottle of champagne in a cooler beside the flowers and a cute package in golden paper laying on one of the chairs. Soft piano music was streaming out of the speakers and she could pick up the smell of seafood.
"A dinner."
He shrugged, looking completely smug and reached her a cup of champagne, so cold the glass had become misty.
"Right."
She looked around the room again, her eyes wandered to the stove and something in a big pot and the oven where homemade baguetts were baked.
"Clearly an amazing dinner. It both looks and smells amazing. And a gift... did you wrap it yourself?"
Smirking she raised herself up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"Is it that obvious? he replied with a chuckle.
"It's beautiful."
She searched for his eyes, casting him a wondering look.
"Wanna tell me what we are celebrating? Have I missed something? Don't tell me I've missed something..."
He smiled, teasingly kissed her on the nose, then eagerly and chivalrously pulling the chair out for her.
"Should I change?"
She looked down at her tracksuit and fluffy slippers and then back at him, only now noticing he'd put on a button up, even though he'd left the upper buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up.
"You're wearing a shirt babe."
She gave him such a suspicious look as she sat down he couldn't resist letting out a giggle.
"No, you're perfect. Don't change."
Taking the place opposite her he poured a glass of mineral water for himself.
"Suppose I have to get out of my comfort zone more often if you're surprised to see me in something else than a worn out t-shirt" he added and grabbed some olives from one of the small plates with snacks.
She didn't seem to listen, just frowned her face trying to figure out what all the fuzz was about.
"It's not your birthday, neither mine, we aren't in the middle of award season so no nominations or awards won..." she distractingly mumbled while taking a small sip on the drink, feeling the fizzy and luxurous liquid tickle her tongue. Lifting her head slowly and as in sudden insight, she inhaled sharply as she dramaticly blurted out
"Don't tell me you're pregnant, honey!"
He threw a deep guffaw which almost made him spill all the water in his lap before he managed to put the glass down again. Amused she raised an eyebrow, giving him a crocked smile.
"No?"
Still shivering he just shook his head in obvious denial.
"Nah, didn't think so... Help me out here will you?!"
He smiled, raising his glass.
"Happy D-day, my love."
"D-day?!"
If possible she looked even more puzzled, but raised her own glass to meet his.
"D as in...? Dog-day? No, the dog days are over aren't they..."
She smirked and he laughed again, more controlled this time, thinking about how much he loved this side of her, this too; her humoristic, self distanced and quick minded persona.
