"Hm... Well, you're excused, just because you remembered my favorite chocolate."

She takes the chocolate from you, and you hold the door open for her to let her inside.

You open the door for her, your eyes trace down her curvy body. She wasn't in her usual goth attire today; she was wearing a long black dress with slits on either side that go all the way up to the hip bones, and the front of the dress had a plunging neckline. She wore long black glooves to accent the dress. Her makeup today consisted a smokey eye and a dark, red lipstick that accented her plump lips.

You reserved a seat by a window, with a nice view, yet it was still tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, away from the crowd, just how she likes it. You both sit down and after a few minutes of looking at the menu, she pops the first question:

"Should we get some wine for the table?"

>Yes, I think we should!

>Um, unless you pay for it.