Ethan Bennett had never done so much cleaning in his life. He started in the living room. First he had to pick up all of the papers and magazines he had lying around. Then he dusted and vacuumed the entire room. Next, he went to the kitchen. Who'd have known all of that take out food could dirty so many dishes? He put all of those in the dishwasher, and ran it through, cleaned off all of the counters, swept and mopped the floors. Onto the bathroom. That was totally disgusting. He didn't realize what a bachelor he was until he went to clean it. Between the sink, the toilet and the tub, he was ready to practically puke when he was done. Once he had all of those done, he debated on whether or not it was necessary to clean the bedroom. Might as well, he thought. Who knows when it will get done again? He changed the sheets, picked up all of the clothes off the floor and put everything in the wash machine. Made the bed up, and even vacuumed the floor in there. When he was done, not only did he have just enough time to get himself ready before Theresa got there, he also had a new appreciation for Grace, and all of the housework she did as he was growing up. He also decided to tell his mother, that her servants needed a raise.

Promptly at 5, Theresa rang the bell to his apartment. Although he had been nervous, as soon as Ethan heard the door, all of nervous melted away. This is Theresa he said to himself. We're going to have a good time.

"Hi! You look great!" he said as he opened the door.

"Oh, you look pretty good yourself. But I don't think you'll like how I look after I put this apron on."

"Wow! Is the meal that involved that you need an apron?"

"Lasagna!" she cried, as she pulled the noodles out of the bag to show him.

"The kitchen is this way, Emeril!"

Theresa put her bag down on the counter, and proceeded to empty its contents.

"Now, it's not going to be the best I've ever made. I didn't have time to make my own sauce, so you'll have to forgive me."

"On one condition," he said, moving closer to her.

"What's that?", as she turned to face him.

"A kiss hello?"

She smiled up at him, and he slowly bent over to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

As they pulled away, he smiled even bigger then she had before. "Hi."

"Hi.", she said back, and began to giggle. "Ethan, you make me feel all kinds of silly!"

"Is that good?"

"It's wonderful! But if I don't start dinner, soon, we'll starve to death!"

"Can I help?"

"Nope, I said I was making you dinner. You can either sit in the other room and relax, or sit at the table and keep me company while I assemble my masterpiece!"

"You know what? For all of the times Grace has made lasagna, I've never watched her do it. So if you don't' mind, I'd like to stay and observe."

"Be my guest", she said, as she opened a jar of sauce.

15 minutes later, the oven was preheated, and the lasagna went in.

"Why the aluminum foil over the top again?"

"That way, you don't have to cook the noodles before hand. If you use plenty of sauce, and put the foil on real tight, they will cook themselves."

"Got it. Okay, so we have an hour right?"

"Well, 45 minutes, after that I have to take the foil off and let the cheese brown."

"45 minutes, it is. How about a glass of ...oh my god!"

"You forgot the wine, huh?"

"I was so busy cleaning."

"Then I'm also guessing there's no movie or popcorn, either?"

"Oh Theresa, I'm so sorry."

"Well, like I said, we have 45 minutes. We can run and get those things real quick before I have to take it out."

"Is it okay to leave the oven on like that, when we're not here?"

"Yeah, we just have to make sure we're back in time."

"Okay!" he said, grabbing his keys, "let's hurry!"