"Starting to think you're the only one," Michael told her, jerking his thumb back at Padma. He leaned forward to kiss her but remembered, at the last moment, that they had an audience of sorts; his lips landed on the corner of her mouth instead.
"Had a pretty good night. 'm hungry now, though. Didn't we have a deal t'other day? I raid your kitchen, you get breakfast?" He glanced over his shoulder at Padma. "I can cook for three," he offered.