"Of course, all good things," Stefan reassured her. his arm still around Elena. "Where is it that you work?" he enquired interestedly. He wasn't a big eater, although it did help staving off the blood cravings, but he was always interested in different ways of cooking. Ever since it became acceptable for men to indulge in cooking around the mid eighties, Stefan loved learning new techniques. He was glad he'd been put in the Italian resturant though; he could use some of the tricks he'd picked up when he visited Italy a couple of decades ago. "My family originates from Italy, so I went there myself a few years ago. I just hope my cooking is half as good as the food I tasted there."
Stefan glanced at the clock on the wall. "I should really get going, or I'll end up late," he said. Leaning over, he placed a soft kiss on Elena's lips. "I'll see you later," he said softly before turning back to Dom. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Dom," he said with a small smile before, heading for the door, stooping to pat Hershey's head on his way.