Susan watched Justin stir the pasta in the pot and smiled at him. It was really very sweet, this whole cooking for her thing - even if he hadn't learnt to cook very much yet. "Me too," she said warmly. "I haven't seen you in ages, and with the whole moving thing starting up soon, it's nice to relax."
"We all must make sacrifices for the greater good," she said demurely, sipping her wine and shooting him a wicked glance. "Of course I appreciate it though dear." She shot him a questioning look. "What does swapping Friday night mean? Is that when you usually see Sir Grumpsalot then?"