"Thanks," Romilda replied as she reached out and took his jacket making a quick move to peck him on the cheek. She didn't linger awkwardly in the least and immediately continued speaking. "I hope you don't mind spaghetti and meatballs," she added as she rested Greg's coat in an armchair.
The key to her game was...casual and calm. It was pretty much the same one she'd been playing since their first night out, but it was the first time he'd been invited to spend more than a few seconds in her flat. In Romilda's brain she'd have to keep him humoured enough to like her conversation ... and her physical company if entirely necessary.
Yes.
"Come on we'll be eating in here," she approached tentatively and reached out to take his hand while trying to tempt him toward the kitchen.