They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter. Alex leaned close to the door and took a deep breath. "It smells good in there."
"Chicken parmesan, as promised."
"I hope the wine's okay."
He borrowed the bottle from her and examined the label. "It's great."
"Those flowers are beautiful, Bobby." She brushed her fingers over the daisies cradled in his arm.
"I looked for ones you like. Shall we?" At her smile he knocked.
The door opened in a moment, and Mrs. Wellman ushered them inside with a cheerful welcome.