Liz Parker walked quickly to her own room in Boston, Massachusetts. Max would be home soon, and she just wanted to collapse into his arms. She dropped her things off in the hall closet before she sank gratefully into the couch. She had had a long day, and she was too exhausted to do anything, much less cook a simple snack.
She didn't have to wait long for Max's return. He came in soon, and he wanted to sit on the couch after a long day. They sat there for a while contemplating in deep thought about their days when Max finally said:
"What's for dinner, Liz?"
"I don't know," Liz answered. "I'm too tired to cook. You can pick the place."
"I have an idea, but you have to promise to do exactly as I say." Max turned his head to face her, and she found the ear-to-ear grin on his face. She couldn't deny that she was suspicious of how much money they would spend that one night. But it's not like it would matter much, as Liz made a lot of money working at the university for molecular biological research.
"Fine," Liz huffed mockingly, but smiling all the same.
Max quickly grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door, but as he undid the lock, the phone rang. They both sighed, and Max left to go get it while Liz ran quickly upstairs to change her appearance.
She tore into her closet and walked around in it several times before picking a flowing red dress that accentuated her hair. She slipped her feet into a pair of high-heels that matched her dress before running over to her vanity table and quickly putting on a soft layer of makeup. She heard the phone hang up, and bolted back into her closet to get a wristlet. She heard Max's three calls, and now she was hearing his footfalls on the stairs. She took a quick peek into her mirror on the vanity table before standing in the doorway to find an open-mouthed Max.
"You…look…" was all Max was able to get out before Liz pulled him into a kiss and pulling away just as spontaneously as the approach.
"Thanks," she giggled before wrapping her arm around his arm and motioning the way.
They walked like that to the car, and Max opened her door before climbing into the other side. After a fifteen minute conversation between the two, Max told her to close her eyes. They resumed their conversation through the car ride.
Liz felt the car engine turn off, and felt for the door handle but heard Max retaliate. She sat back against the seat waiting to find where Max had taken them. He opened her door and guided her out. He stood behind her and covered her eyes. He led her to a spectacular view of the restaurant before removing his hands and allowing her to view the place.
"Oh, Max," she breathed only loud enough for him to hear. He eagerly clasped her hand and led her inside.
"Party of two, please," Max said, sneaking a glance at his wife beside him.
"Right this way," the hostess answered, gesturing to a hall. They followed her down the hall and into an enclosed booth where they sat across from each other. They were given menus and the specials of the day.