He whispers to Olivia who is sound asleep, "I love you."

Olivia responds quietly, "I love you, too." Elliot smiles upon hearing this and wraps his arms around her. They both drift off to sleep in each other's embrace.

Early in the morning, but not early enough for the sun to have risen, Elliot is woken up by his phone buzzing. Letting out a disgruntled huff he tries to roll over without waking Olivia. He sees the text notification pop up. Swiping open his phone he reads.

Eli: Can I order a pizza?

Elliot rolls his eyes and responds.

Elliot: It's 6:30 in the morning. Go look in the fridge.

Elliot: Why are you even up?

Eli: All we have is moldy bread and a can of soup. And for your information, I was up, like a good son, waiting for my father to come home.

Elliot: Heat up the soup or go to bed.

His phone screen flashes to black. He grunts. Elliot slides out from the warm comforter and slips into a robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door. He smiles when he notices a glimpse of his outfit in the mirror. The florals on the silk robe somehow accentuate his bright blue eyes. Making his way into the main area he steps softly to not wake his sleeping beauty.

He opens the fridge swiftly, yet quietly. Elliot picks up 4 eggs, cream cheese, and the carton of orange juice with no pulp. Looking through her cabinets he stops at the cabinet at the top right of the fridge. He grins and thinks, 'The damn sugar.' Elliot takes out the sugar and continues to sift through her cabinets. Finally, he found the non-stick pan, plates, and glasses.

While the eggs sizzle on the stovetop he searches for the silverware drawer. He stands in the center of the kitchen in her floral robe with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. He thinks, 'Where the hell does this woman keep her silverware?' Elliot gives up and gets back to scrambling the eggs in the pan. In his own world, he nearly jumps when he hears a door shut. Looking up he sees Olivia shuffling around the corner.

She stretches her arms out and yawns. Olivia grins as she takes a seat on the stool, "Floral suits you."

"I was thinking the same thing," Elliot backs away from the stovetop and leans over the counter separating them. He plants a kiss ever so lightly on her lips. Olivia is still waking up and feeling groggy. Back at the stovetop, he transfers half of the scrambled eggs onto one plate and the other half on the other plate. The eggs on the plate touch the crispy crust of the toast sitting on the edge of the plate. Elliot places her plate in front of her, he pours a glass of orange juice into her glass, and then points to the sugar container, "I refilled your sugar."

Olivia follows his point and glances at the now full sugar container. Her eyes trail back to his, "I was going to get to that eventually." She sips her orange juice and continues to hold her eye contact.

Elliot takes a seat next to her on the countertop and sips his orange juice with a devilish grin. Olivia leans in and swivels her head to be next to his ear and whispers, "Would you like me to get silverware or do you want to eat like a barn animal?"

Elliot sinks his head into her shoulder and admits, "I was going to get to that eventually."

Olivia chuckles, stands up from her stool, and opens the very first drawer. Grabbing two sets of forks and knives, she sits back down next to him. They both can feel the awkward tension in the room building. Olivia blurts out, "Do you always make breakfast after you spend the night at a woman's place?" She immediately shakes her head and places her hand on her forehead in regret.

Shocked, Elliot doesn't know whether to laugh or just stay silent. He turns his body towards hers, "Not normally, no."

"Sorry," Olivia refuses to look him in the eyes.

"You're good," Elliot doesn't know how to fix the tension. He puts his fork down and places his hand on her mid-thigh, trying his best to show his support.

Olivia slowly turns to look at him. Thinking to herself, 'He really does look good in that robe.'

"Let me take you out," Elliot also blurts out. Olivia freezes. Elliot lowers his head shaking it, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean for that to be so-"

Olivia cups his face and lifts it back up, "It's okay. It's okay. She reassures him that she is fine. She asks in response, "Like a date?"

"That's what I was going for, yeah," Elliot chuckles a little at the awkwardness of the situation.

"That sounds nice," Olivia nods her head and smiles, "It does."

Elliot turns back to his eggs and toast. He sighs and asks casually, "Tomorrow night?"

Olivia also turns her body to face her plate but is still looking at Elliot. She subtly mentions, "I was thinking more like tonight. Unless you have plans for tonight."

"No, no," Elliot shakes his head, "Tonight is even better." He smiles and watches her sip her orange juice, "7:30 at Cafe Fiorello?"

Olivia nearly chokes on her juice, "You think you get in? They have reservations going out into next year."

Elliot leans back, stretches his arms out, and confidently says with a smirk, "I know I can get in."