“So thoughtful,” he had responded with a playful dreaminess, as once again his hand sought out the company of hers the moment he joined her on the sidewalk. He wouldn’t have minded her bringing the pictures, though he would have happily reminded her of her history of spilling drinks during their lunches (one time constituted a trend when it suited him). If she got to the door first, he expected the same courtesy of having it held for him. Andrew wasn’t a fan of making a big production of those things. He was of the mind that it was just common courtesy, not some grand romantic gesture as some made it out to be.
He had at least been thoughtful enough to specify the sort of table they wanted. Out of the way, with her wings out of the flow of traffic so some poor server wouldn’t manage to stumble into them by mistake. He did make a grand gesture of pulling her chair out for her, but it had a sort of giddy mirth underlying it that made it into a game more than anything else. The idea of real dates for them was still something he was enthusiastic about, despite the fact that all the work of winning her over was quite definitely behind them. It took away the pressure typically involved. That was almost a shame, because it certainly seemed like something she would have enjoyed witnessing, if not for the fact that she would have been more nervous than he seemed capable of being.
“I have complete faith that the draw of shopping with me will be stronger than your need to try new things, once you’re full. But it's your day, Mel. I promised whatever you want, and I mean to deliver."