Their waitress comes over with their main course. She's quickly dismissed when neither of them wants fresh cheese or pepper.
"You know, there's a little gelato shop attached to the restaurant. Why don't we get some to take home with us?" Boyd suggests.
"That sounds great. We'll have to get a taxi back. We've both been drinking." Grace reminds Boyd.
"Right. That's not a problem. Do you like your pasta?" Boyd asks.
"Yes, the pasta is very nice. It was a good suggestion, Boyd, thank you." Grace smiles across the table at her companion.
Boyd falls silent and for once Grace doesn't find his silence unnerving. She often gets nervous when Boyd isn't talking, but not this afternoon. At this point Boyd would rather be at home with Grace. The candles on the table are gently illuminating Grace's face and she looks absolutely stunning. "You are so beautiful Grace."
Grace blushes. Boyd's compliments are always so off the cuff. "You're just saying that."
"No I'm not, I mean it. You don't have to look so surprised, I'm just being honest. You're always telling me to express my emotions and now that I am you don't believe me." Boyd teases Grace.
"It's just been so long since anyone told me that." Grace says quietly.
"Come on, let's get some gelato and go home. I'll prove to you how beautiful you are." Boyd says seriously. Boyd helps Grace into her coat and walks her over to the gelato shop. "What kind of gelato do you want? If you say chocolate I swear I'll scream."
"What about the strawberry cheesecake one?" Grace suggests as she looks at the flavours.
"That's perfect. We'll have a half litre of the strawberry cheesecake gelato please." Boyd says politely. He wraps his arms around Grace's waist as they wait for the gelato. Grace leans her head back against Boyd's chest.
"A half litre of gelato Boyd? Are you trying to make me gain weight?" Grace accuses Boyd which she does all the time.
"I decline comment because either way I answer I'm going to be in trouble." Boyd kisses the top of Grace's head. "Besides gelato isn't as fattening as ice cream and we don't have to eat it all tonight. Between the two of us I'm the one who should be watching my weight, not you." Boyd takes the container of gelato from the woman behind the counter. "Come on, let's go home. We'll go get a cab."