Hannah returned the hug, relaxing just a bit that it didn't seem like there was going to be an awkwardness hanging between them. Or, at least not yet, anyway. She didn't want it to be awkward. Theo was a good friend, and whatever they decided together tonight, she didn't want that to change.
"I'm glad you think so! Table or couch?" she asked over her shoulder as she started toward the kitchen. She'd already set bowls out for the soup, but she ignored that as she tucked a loaf of crusty bread in the oven to warm up for a minute to serve with the soup. Her apartment was extremely tidy, as it was something she could control, and she needed that at times, with neutral tones and spots of bright, cheerful colors. The artwork on the walls were all things she'd bought directly from artists, some stunningly realistic and others fascinatingly abstract, but all somehow reflections of her personality, though she'd not realize it.
As the bread warmed, she lifted the lid off the stock pot, leaning over it and breathing in deeply. "Mmm," she hummed. It really did smell divine, as he'd said.