"You just moved in, you have an excuse." Sharon was still smiling brightly (and may have been a little pink around the nose and cheekbones) as she headed toward the kitchen. "Can I get you anything to drink? A beer, or some wine, or ... I've got some sodas, and juice. And water."
But as soon as she'd set her wine glass down on the counter, the doorbell rang. She turned on her toes, gracefully, to answer it. "Speaking of Chinese food on Christmas..." Another grin. Sharon left him in the kitchen to help himself to the fridge.
Then she was at the door paying the man for the Chinese food. He said something about the nice bike in the driveway, and it took Sharon a moment to realize that he was talking about Steve's bike. She leaned out to take a look, confused, then gave a laugh. "That's my friend's bike."
The "Ohhhhh" that came from the Chinese Food Delivery Boy was suggestive. Sharon went even redder, gave him his tip, and closed the door behind him. Then she brought the food to the kitchen. "There are... um... plates. In the cupboard. If you don't mind?"