"I'm allowed to treat you, aren't I?" He chuckled, hand-in-hand with his lover.
They strode down the cobbles, dressed up, and ready to have a pleasant evening. Peter was adamant to take Carla out, although their was no particular reason which confused her. She wondered if he had anything planned but perhaps he was just being romantic for once.
After a difficult month with Jordan and Chelsie taunting Carla, she felt like their relationship had began to struggle as a result. She wasn't sure whether that was due to finding out what happened during her psychosis episode but all the same, they needed to start getting things back on track and tonight was the perfect night to do so.
It was already going so well; she felt like a giggly teenager, like they'd just started their relationship again and everything was so fresh and exciting. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. He kept instigating things whilst she was getting ready and as they walked to Viaduct Bistro, he was whispering seductively and touching her up.
"Here we are," Peter held the door open as she walked through, and they sat themselves at their table as they waited for their orders to be taken.
"This is nice." Her eyes glinted as she put her hands forward, so he could place his on top.
"We need to do this more often." He replied, taking in her beauty. She had gentle waves in her hair and instead of her usual natural makeup, she added more to enhance her eyes.
"I would," She laughed. "But it's you that can never be bothered."
"Well that ends here. You look stunning."
"Keep the compliments coming, Barlow." She smirked, biting her bottom lip.
They fell into a companionable silence as they stared into each other's eyes and waited for their food to arrive. It couldn't be more content and amorous.
Soon their main courses arrived and they broke eye contact and began small talk...
"So I was thinking, how about we find a place of our own?" Carla questioned, taking a sip of her Lemonade.
"What?" Peter spluttered. "A house? For us?"
"We're middle aged and we're moving in-between our parents houses, Peter. I don't know how much longer I can cope with Jenny being a flea in my ear." She raised her eyebrows.
"Where are you thinking?" He asked.
"I haven't browsed anywhere, it's just something I've been thinking a lot about recently." Carla shrugged.
"I must say, Jenny is getting in the way a bit." He scrunched his face up, causing Carla to laugh.
"You don't say," She nodded. "Johnny isn't any better either."
"And how do you think they'd feel if they heard us slagging them off right now, Hmm?"
"It's nothing they haven't been told before." She scoffed.
"Well we can definitely consider it. It needs to be somewhere close to Si though. And work."
"I'm not asking to move to LA or owt but just a place of our own will be so nice. Imagine it, Peter. No disruptions..." She whispered the end of her sentence, moving her foot up and down Peter's shin.
"I like the sound of that."
"Mm-Hmm."
"Victoria Court would be nice." He suggested.
"Oh yeah," Carla stared in thought. "Hey, and I can decorate it how I want it. This sounds more and more appealing, baby."
"If it's anything like our place when you moved into the Bookie's flat, then I change my mind." He joked. "Everything was so out of place."
"That's because I just chucked all my things into pretty little Leanne's home. And I think we can both agree, me and her have no similarities in fashion and interior."
"That is correct." He chuckled.
"The future seems to be looking bright, hey?"
"Very bright. And next step is to get a dog-..."
"Absolutely not." Carla interrupted, raising her voice as the Bistro doors opened.
"Only messing with you." He smiled as a certain voice filled his ears, causing him to freeze.
He looked up at Carla, seeing her face visibly pale as her eyes grew wide.
She heard it to.
He managed to turn around, to see if this voice was just in their head or if this person was actually in the building.
There she was...
His breath hitched in his throat, his palms began to sweat.
...Tina McIntyre stood inside the Bistro.