He scooted the seat in for her as she sat and grinned cheesily at her. "I'm never a gentleman. I'm a bad ass. You're the exception. It's only because you're so adorable when you giggle."
Which was just his brand of humor. He could be a gentleman if he wanted to be. Though it was true that her laughter transformed her to something more than merely a "hot" girl. He'd call her beautiful if he hadn't already been going so overboard doling out the compliments. It was hard not to though. He felt like he'd opened a vein and now there was no stopping whatever this ball was that was rolling. He was rather elated.
He wandered back to the fridge and grabbed a beer and a bottle of water from the door. Then a trip to the cupboards produced plates and silverware which were surprisingly not the same paper plates and plastic he'd expected to find. Instead they seemed to be some sort of china with gold filigree. He wondered if she could subconsciously control his room as much as he could. That would be something.
He set the table and sat down across from her. Slathering mustard on bread he asked, "Not the day you were expecting, was it?"