" i'm glad you could join me for dinner, " even though it's impromptu, planned just hours before. these days it is a challenge to get her splendid posterior out of bed. especially during evenings, when all she wants to do is sleep, and if not sleep, then simply repose. her glass is oddly empty, smudged with traces of her fingertips where her thumb brushed it numerous times. the lack of alcohol doesn't speak for itself, but it certainly whispers, if you know how to listen. " i was quite close to just calling you to lie in bed with me and watch films, but since we're already here — " she swallows, eyes glittering with something that can only be described as delight. " there's something that i need to tell you. "