"Incredible, you say?" he laughed, taking her hand and pressing his lips to it quickly. "At least the salon you go to is still in business." She could have had all her nails chipped and seaweed wrapped around her arm as she had when she arrived and he'd still think her beautiful. "I wish I could, Em, but I'm far too uncool to even disclose that information." He had anticipated her reaction, but it was nonetheless enough to make him grow warm and slightly anxious. As long as they had been friends, no, as long as they had been dating, he had known that one day he wanted to marry her. But at the same time, it had taken her that long to realize that they were compatible. Maybe her views on marriage for herself differed from her clients. The prospect was terrifying.
"Gross, yeah we're not going there. Not here either, they don't have a Starbucks on the main floor or on that block. Not one with the kind of creamer you like anyway." He grinned, planting a soft kiss on her neck. "Like I said, the Bay and the incredible opportunities it holds for us shouldn't be taken lightly."