Nikita smiled as she smelled scented candles. "Did I forget a spa night?" she teased as she came around the corner in the safe house. Michael smiled and poured a glass of wine. She took the glass rotating the ruby liquid slightly.
"Not spa, date." He filled his own glass and placed it on the table before stepping around to the other end of the table.
Nikita's eyes narrowed. "I don't recall a date for tonight." She slid her glass on the table and shucked her jacket before hanging it on the chair.
Michael turned and pulled out a chair at the table. The candlelight bounced off the silver covers for the plates and the utensils. "I believe you told me once that you would give me anything I wanted if I just opened my eyes. I want a date. Tonight." He slid the chair under the graceful form of the most beautiful woman he knew.
She lifted an eyebrow as he sat across from her, dropping the napkin into his lap. "Do I want to know what's under the covers?"
He half stood and removed the covers with a flourish. "Roasted tomatoes with pine nuts on a bed of Thai rice, those olives you like so much, and for dessert." He paused for dramatic effect. "Chocolate Mousse." Smirking he returned to his seat.
Nikita had to admit. It smelled delightful. "It smells wonderful Michael." She tucked the napkin in her own lap and picked up the fork. She picked at the food. "Why tonight?" she asked curious.
He lifted his shoulders. "I thought we were past due for a little us time and with Division, Gogol and Mad Scientists, and well the forty other things that constantly interrupt our path to retirement, I thought we should make some time wherever we could...plus I thought we could celebrate."
"Celebrate?"
"Ryan called while you were out. He said he has the itinerary for Alex that you asked for."
"Micheal...that's wonderful news."
"I thought so. The sooner we get her home... the sooner someone else can do the cooking around here." he smiled.
Nikita smiled back. Tasting a forkful, she hummed. "You are an excellent cook Michael. I may have to keep you."
His slow smile widened. "And you are inspiring beyond words for a simple spatula hack."
"Hey!" she chuckled.
"Nikita, man cannot live on veggie shake alone." They laughed simultaneously as Nikita leaned in sliding her hand on top of his.