"Excuse you, I also got champagne," Steve tells her as she zips up her bag. "And some bath bomb thing that I don't understand but came highly recommended by the uppity sales guy."

He grips her bag and leans into the kiss, waiting for her to pull away before shifting the bag to his side, feeling his nerves melt away. This doesn't have to be a big thing. They can just go and have fun together. That's what's most important.

"Are you ready to go?" Steve asks as he follows her into the living room. "I can request a car."