As they walk through his front door, he says, “I’ve arranged for us to dine outside tonight,” and leads them to the balcony. As they step out onto the balcony, the table is set under the stars on the terrace with fairy-lights and lanterns. She quirks a brow, wondering where they came from. It isn’t a touch a man like Val would consider having at the ready; he’s more of a tiki-torch kinda guy. What’s up with this? She notices more tiny romantic touches and smiles.
Then says, “The chef must have heard that I’m not just some girl you're trying to bed.” She giggles...as Val sets down his wine glass, watching her notice the lanterns strung between the terrace columns. His expression shifts-caught. He leans back in his chair, the corner of his mouth quirking. “Marco didn’t mention you.. I did,
