No mention made of what she wanted him to cook, Eliot assumed that he was in charge of the menu. He'd finally settled on one of his old favorites. The necessary ingredients were easy enough to find and after a quick trip to the grocery store, he had what he needed. So once seven rolled around, he headed for her apartment, shifting the bag to one arm while he knocked shortly on her door.
When it swung open, Eliot hesitated in favor of a quick appraisal. A small smirk appeared as he stepped into the apartment. "You look nice." He almost felt a little underdressed in jeans, sneakers, and a navy blue t-shirt. Almost. He took in the setting, the candles, the sketchbook, the laptop he'd threatened to break the day before. Still tempting.
He started for her kitchen, turning to look at her as he stepped back. "You all right with spicy?"