"Fish actually sounds good," she agreed, dragging the fruity drink toward herself with eyes narrowed like a cat after cream. Her lips pursed around the straw for a testing sip, the unusual flavor washing over her tongue before she took a longer, appreciative drink. "Mm. I like this."
Dinah laced her fingers together, resting her chin lightly on the platform they made. "Things have become more comfortable for us, haven't they? Or do you still get that jolt of not being sure of what we're doing and why this is working."
Admittedly she didn't shy from relationships and their possibilities. That's what made things exciting. Bruce just had given her a few more jolts. Probably because he was so quiet. Probably because the last two break ups had made her leery and tired all at once. Somehow she'd slid into Bruce and hers relationship being secure and content, happily running for his company when they had a chance, sleeping over and hogging his pillows and padding around his kitchen in sweats and T's at least twice a week (often more) unless she was out of town on business. Heck, Alfred had her coffee habits down to a science now.
"Is this a dessert? Can I take a dessert back with us?"