“I may have kept secrets, once upon a time,” she said with a smile. “Years ago, when I was younger and stupider.” She accepted the plates and set them on the stove, carefully putting the pasta on them before adding the sauce in a puddle on the noodles. She added three meatballs to his plate, carefully slicing one open so that the cheese oozed out a bit, making sure the arrangement was visually pleasing before handing it to him with a grin, turning back to making her own plate, a bit more haphazard with her own.
She grabbed her plate and wine glass, turning to look at him. “Alright, lead me to a chair, cutie. Unless you want me to stand and eat,”