"Hi," he said, returning the kiss and tucking a hand around her back as he handed over the bouquet. "I'm glad you like them."
Shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it in the hall closet, he kicked off his shoes and went into the kitchen, setting the bottle of wine on the table and retrieving two glasses.
"I snuck out early," he confessed to Fleur, pouring the wine and offering her a glass. "I couldn't stand sitting there another minute. You know Hobnock, from Investor Accounts? He passed off another stack of files for me this morning and I swear, if he keeps coming into my office every hour without knocking, I'm going to lose it. What is it with goblins and no sense of privacy or timing? I mean, I usually like the guy but he was driving me mad today."
He took a sip of wine and sighed with a half-laugh.
"Sorry, talk of goblins isn't particularly romantic. I'm sure you don't want to hear about them anymore than I want to deal with them."