Ruth turns her head into Harry's chest. Just then the doorbell rings. "I'll go get dinner if you'll get the plates and cutlery and meet me back here." Harry whispers.
"Okay," Ruth says with a smile, hopping up and heading towards the kitchen. Harry heads to the front door and comes back with dinner. Ruth comes in carrying plates, cutlery, salad spoons, and parmesan cheese. "You know I'd almost forgotten all about dinner."
"Nice to know I'm so distracting." Harry says as he sits down on the floor on one side of the coffee table.
"You're just as distracting at work, you know." Ruth says as she sits down opposite him and sips her wine.
Harry smiles deviously at Ruth. "Well, that's interesting to know. Is that why you are always dropping things at work, because you find me distracting?" Harry asks putting the container with Ruth's lasagne in it on her plate.
"No, I drop files and trip because I am clumsy. I just tend to stare into space when you distract me." Ruth dishes up some Caesar salad and puts it on Harry's plate.
"Caesar salad with lots of garlic? I hope you're having some too." Harry says as he watches Ruth cut into her lasagne to let it cool.
"Of course I'm having some. I wouldn't have asked you to order a large Caesar salad if I wasn't going to have some." Ruth says piling Caesar salad onto her plate.
"That's good." Harry sprinkles his cannelloni with parmesan cheese and eats his first bite of salad.
"Why did you ask?" Ruth asks pouring them each some more wine. Harry raises an eyebrow at her. "Why did you asks about whether I was having salad or not?" Ruth asks as she loads her lasagne with parmesan cheese.
"Well, I thought if I wanted to kiss you again later and only one of us tasted of garlic it might be awkward. Do you think you've got enough cheese on there?" Harry asks as he sips his wine and raises his eyebrows at Ruth.
Ruth blushes under Harry's scrutiny. She sets the cheese down in the centre of the table. "I feel like we should be eating Japanese food."
Harry looks up from his meal pointedly into her eyes. "Is that because we're sitting on the floor?"
"Yes, I suppose so." Ruth says quietly. She's still not entirely comfortable in Harry's presence. There's something still about Harry that puts her on edge. He's still her boss.
"I think this is really nice. It makes dinner so much less formal than sitting at a table or being out at a restaurant. This is much nicer." Harry sips his wine.