She lingered in the entry way to the kitchen, watching him closely. After a few moments, when he still had not drawn away, she came up behind him and let her hand just brush against his to help take the load of the groceries. "The higher you go, the more this place costs. I do enjoy the view. Looking at the speckle of ants below. It's empowering." She flashed a smile into the windowpane and gave him a gentle tug, trying to lure him from the scene.
"I do have some wine around here if you're interested," she offered. "Does wine go with curry? This is all new to me." It was her goal to bring the topic back around to food, something he had seemed so invested in when they first discussed the possibility of dinner. She wanted him here, not in the distant planes of horrifying possibilities.