Sam smirked, licking the spoon. "Fancy meeting you here," he said, his brow raising to mirror hers. He set down the bowl on a coaster and leaned back on the coach, looking quite proud of himself. He put his feet up on the ottoman, feet crossed at his ankles as he put his hands behind his head.
"So how was your day?" he asked, watching her to gauge her mood. She had implied he could let himself in, but he hadn't crossed this particular boundary before. He imagined a large factor would depend on her mood.