The second plate finished, Elena quickly washed up the forks. The pan could wait. As could the coffee mugs.
"Nice doesn't extend that far," she answered twisting to face him. "I was thinking more like this."
Closing the gap, Elena pushed herself up, lips pressing against his. Eyes slid shut as she did so. For the first time in a long time, Elena felt like a normal teenager. Just hanging out with a cute boy.