"I wasn't planning on chickening out," she sped up to catch up to him as he walked out of the apartment and onto the sidewalk.

"Does anyone ever plan on chickening out?" he smirked at her.

"Well, no," she hooked her arm in his. He was shocked at the sudden physical touch, but tried to hide it. "But I really wasn't. I didn't show up at your door just out of the blue. I thought it through."

"Really? I never would have expected you to think something through. Or overthink something through for that matter."

She smacked his chest with her opposite hand playfully, "Shut up. Of all the things that should be overly thought through, this is one of them. I wanted to make sure I was ready."

Elliott sighed, "What is it you are ready for exactly?" His voice had taken on a more serious tone.

Olivia was silent for a moment, "I'm ready to be open to the possibilities of us." They walked in silence for a few moments. "Where are you taking me, Detective?"

"Chinese," he said matter-of-factly. Suddenly, they were in front of a small Chinese restaurant. He held the door open for her.

The inside of the restaurant was small. There were no tables, only a counter to order and a few chairs to sit in to wait.

After they ordered and took a seat, Olivia leaned over and whispered to him, "There's nowhere to eat in here."

"Its Chinese," he whispered back. "Best enjoyed from the comfort of the couch with trashy TV."

"That's very presumptuous of you," Olivia wasn't looking at him but had a huge grin on her face.

"I would have planned this elaborate and fancy date night if I had thought there was a good chance we would both be able to make it. With our schedules, Chinese and wine is always available at any time of day."

"Solid point," Olivia said just before their order was ready.

"I promise I won't make the first move. I don't think I can handle you rejecting me anymore," Elliott glanced at her as he held the door open. The cool night air hit them. It wasn't quite 8 pm yet but the sun had fully set.

Olivia glared back at him, "Don't be such a baby."

Elliott let out a deep laugh, "My statement still stands. Ball is in your court, Captain." He winked at her, and Olivia's heart skipped a beat. The ball was in her court. She had to make the first move. She swallowed nervously.

"What if I never make one?" she gave him a look.

He looked at her sideways, "You will."

It was Olivia's turn to laugh, "You're cocky, aren't you?"

"You wouldn't be here if you weren't prepared to make a move at some point. Whether it be tonight, next week, or next month. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer," he smiled at her.

They had reached his apartment. When they got inside, Olivia set the food out on the coffee table while Elliott got wine glasses. "White or red?"

"Hmmm, I feel like red would pair nicely with these noodles," Olivia chuckled.

"Red it is," he grabbed a bottle and brought it to the coffee table.

"What trashy TV do you have planned for us?" Olivia asked.

"Let's take a gamble. Pick a random station. We will watch whatever is currently playing."

"Alright," Olivia picked up the remote and pushed in the channel number. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks when she saw what was playing.

Elliott started laughing, "Fifty Shade of Grey. I've heard it has a great story line. Looks like it just started."

"Great," Olivia tried to look calm and comfortable, but she could already tell it was going to be an interesting two hours.

And she had to make the first move.