"Fine," he said smiling at her and slipping his arms around her waist. "What did you order?"
Dom trusted her to order food, though. Because a) there wasn't much he didn't eat, and b) she knew everything that he didn't.
In the back of his mind, he wondered what he'd do about his house. He had already lost the other one that he had been bargaining to buy, and people were already getting agitated that he wasn't selling his yet when they apparently wanted it badly. It was a nice house, after all.
He didn't think he was going to live here forever, but he wasn't quite ready to leave yet.