Opening the door Kurt was surprised to find the hotel's concierge, Antonia, standing in the hallway. Standing a few steps away was Kellie, the young woman that had served their table earlier, her gaze was focused on the cart she was standing next to. It looked like she was trying hard and failing, not to blush.

"Pardon the interruption, Mr. McVeigh. You forgot your file, and I thought the two of you might like dessert." Holding out the folder she had in her hand and motioning to the cart. Kurt noticed several covered plates, glasses and a bottle of wine.

Reaching out he took the folder and opened it. It contained one handwritten page.

'She must be very special, enjoy your evening'

Closing the folder, he looked back at the concierge. "She is, very much so." His words catching Diane's attention. She stepped over to stand close behind Kurt, looking over his shoulder. Turning slightly to her, "Interested in dessert?" he asked. Sliding her hand slowly up his back she lightly ran her fingernails over the back of his neck just above the collar of his shirt, smiling at the slight catch in his breath.

"Dessert? That would be nice." Her voice soft in his ear as she ran her hand down his back, a slightly wicked smile on her lips.

Antonia stepped back from the door and motioned at Kellie to bring the cart closer. Keeping her eyes averted Kellie pushed the cart towards the door, glancing briefly at Antonia and receiving a nod, she brought out a corkscrew and quickly opened the bottle of wine. Finally mustering the courage to look at the couple standing in the doorway, she spoke quielty, "Enjoy your evening" and then she stepped back down the hallway towards the elevator.

Kurt and Diane stepped back from the doorway, allowing Antonia to bring the cart into the room. "Anything else you might need is on the cart" she motioned to the portion of the cart that was covered by cloths. Leaving the room she closed the door behind herself. Smiling to herself as she joined Kellie at the elevator.

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As they entered the elevator Kellie looked over at Antonia, "Um, can I ask a question?" Antonia laughed and pressed the button that would take them back to the lobby.

"Kellie, Mr. McVeigh has been staying in our hotel for almost seven years now and this is the first time that he has ever had dinner alone with a woman. Given who she is and what I observed earlier, it tells me that he feels she is special and that this was a date and not a business dinner. Everybody should have dessert on a date." Antonia was very good at her job and made it a point to know the "who's who" and "what's what" of the city she lived in. She had been talking with Kurt while he waited for Diane to arrive and had recognized one of the city's top litigator's the minute she had entered the hotel lobby. She'd also noticed the look on Kurt's face as he left the counter and crossed the room to greet her. The brilliant smile Diane Lockhart had given him spoke volumes also, and she knew instinctively that this was not a business dinner, it was a date.

The man with the shrewd eyes and shaved head had not been the only one that had noticed the intimate moment between the ballistics expert and the lawyer, her own plan forming as she watched them step into the elevator. Yep, it was a date and that called for dessert!

As they left the elevator, Antonia placed her hand on Kellie's shoulder, "Just remember what I told you, what happens here stays here, we don't talk about our guests, ever. That is doubly important if you want to learn the concierge job."

Kellie looked up at her, "No worries, I would never talk about our guests and I really do want to learn this job. Whatever you need from me I am more than up to the task." Antonia smiled down at the younger woman, she was going to be a good concierge in a few years.

"I know Kellie, let's get back to work then." Both women going their separate ways.

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Diane was curious, reaching for the folder Kurt still had in his hand, wondering why the concierge would bring dessert and a file? There had not been a file on the table during dinner so she highly doubted it was something he had forgotten. He was too meticulous in his work to just forget a file. He handed it to her, watching her as she read the enclosed note.