"You don't need half hour to be pretty," he calls sweetly after her, smiling to himself as he wanders into the kitchen to open the wine and set it to breathe. Pulling out a few items in preparation for dinner and setting the oven on to preheat, he gets to work.
Toni does run late, but he'd expected that. It's actually a good thing today, because it gives him time to make a slight, impromptu adjustment to their dinner plans, setting it up before returning to cooking. He loves cooking from the scratch, though he doesn't always have time for it; tonight, he's enjoying pulling out all the stops. By the time Toni clomps downstairs, he's standing over the sink draining the pasta, glancing over his shoulder with a warm smile. He's discarded his jacket and loosened his tie a little, the sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.
"Hey, there," he greets, setting the pasta pot aside on the stove and turning off the oven before coming over. "Beautiful as always," he smiles with a sigh, trailing his palms down her arms and leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Hungry?"
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Date: 2017-01-17 02:54 am (UTC)Toni does run late, but he'd expected that. It's actually a good thing today, because it gives him time to make a slight, impromptu adjustment to their dinner plans, setting it up before returning to cooking. He loves cooking from the scratch, though he doesn't always have time for it; tonight, he's enjoying pulling out all the stops. By the time Toni clomps downstairs, he's standing over the sink draining the pasta, glancing over his shoulder with a warm smile. He's discarded his jacket and loosened his tie a little, the sleeves of his blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.
"Hey, there," he greets, setting the pasta pot aside on the stove and turning off the oven before coming over. "Beautiful as always," he smiles with a sigh, trailing his palms down her arms and leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Hungry?"