[she pauses, and looks up at him and tips her head a little looking into her eyes. Her heart does this funny thing inside her and her stomach drops a little. Did she misunderstand things in the restaurant. Usually when a man says they love you, they mean something by it.

She wanted him to mean something by it. At least, that's what she'd thought when he'd said it. Inhaling she smiles and leans against his hand.]

Yeah, they were nice. Steve. You say that this can be whatever I want it to be, but inside the restaurant.. you told me that you loved me. Was that just a friendly thing then?

[She swallows hard, and glances up, moving into the shadow of his body.]