"Hey too," She said as she came in, and she'd been tense, but even just those kisses hello seemd to sap some of the tension out of her, and even harried as she felt, she found herself smiling at him. "Sorry about the late," Which was what she always said on weeknights when they had plans, band he'd heard it a thousand times by now, but it wasn't that she tried to be late to meet him, exactly. She never tried to work late. It just always seemed to happen.
Always.
"I didn't know what you were in the mood for, but they had lamb chops that looked really tasty in the butcher, so I picked them up and some things to make marinade. And salad..." If they had too much, she'd leave them here. She only ever cooked at his flat anyway, when she went home to her own she was just as much a take-away addict as he was. Her's just tended to be a bit healtier.