They'd had the perfect night out. Phil had been a real gentleman, holding doors for her, pulling out her chair for her, standing up whenever she left the table.
They'd spent the whole evening reminiscing about everything they'd been through together. And they didn't argue once, until it came to paying the bill. She immediately offered to pay half, but he wouldn't accept. He wouldn't let her pay the service charges, or even a tip.
'It was my idea. I invited you. I'll pay' he insisted.
As the taxi pulled up outside Sam's house, Phil instructed the driver to wait and escorted Sam to her door. She was grateful for all of this. She wanted to invite him in, but feared it could all go wrong when it got to that awkward moment.
He walked her up the steps and waited for her to find her keys. She took them out of her bag and turned to say goodnight, but Phil met her lips with a kiss. He kissed her slightly longer than he should have done, but not so long that she had to push him away. He pulled back, said 'goodnight' and kissed her on the head.
He got back into the taxi and waited for her to go indoors before asking the driver to take him home.