Harry opens his front door when Ruth's knock is heard. "Hi Ruth. Come on in. I'm just about finished making dinner. Can I take your coat?"
Ruth nods since she can't breathe. Harry has taken his blazer and tie off, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. She saw him this way last night, but it's still breathtaking. He looks casual and relaxed. "You look beautiful, Ruth." Harry pours Ruth a glass of wine from a bottle he already had open and chilled.
"You look very handsome, Harry. What are you making us for dinner?" Ruth sips her wine.
"I made us some homemade sweet and sour chicken with sticky rice and wonton soup. I also did a Japanese green salad. I have sake to go with dinner." Harry walks into the kitchen carrying his glass of wine.
"You've been busy since you got home, Harry. It smells wonderful. Can I ask a favour? I'm not a big fan of sake. Can I have green tea instead?" Ruth asks sitting down at the kitchen table. She watches Harry move around the kitchen.
Harry puts green tea on to steep. He puts a plate of green salad in front of Ruth. "Do you want chopstick or cutlery?" Harry asks as he sets his salad down.
"Um, chopsticks." Ruth says politely.
Harry grabs two sets of chopsticks as well as drinks for both of them. He sits down across from Ruth and passes her a set of chopsticks. Ruth's fingertips brush Harry's palm gently. "Enjoy," Harry says sweetly.
Ruth elegantly wields her chopsticks. She has such trouble being tidy when she eats with chopsticks usually. She sets her sticks down to sip her green tea. The smell of the warm wonton soup and sweet and sour chicken makes the house seem cosy.