"You are truly beautiful, you know.” Robert spoke across the table to the striking woman. They sat in the corner booth of an Italian restaurant. The lovely odors of wine and marinara complemented her perfume.
“And you know, one of the best things about dating, is that unlike before; you tell me things like that.” Margaret replied, casually brushing her hair aside with a flirt.
“I've complemented you before.” Robert defended.
“Yeah, but now I know you mean it.” Maggie teased.
“That I do. And is there anything you want to tell me.” Robert fished as he straightened himself in his chair.
“Yes, Robert. You have … the most impeccable taste in women.” Maggie batted her eyes.
“I see this is getting me absolutely nowhere.” Robert sighed.
“I don't know, I find a man who can take a little teasing in good humor to be awfully sexy. That and you have a pretty well developed sense of humor yourself.” Maggie had the slightest purr in her voice at “sexy”.
“Moi? Surely you jest.” Robert said in with a mock air of distinction.
“Oh, it's subtle; but don't think I don't know.” her eyebrow raised slightly.
“There's no sense denying it then; I'm adorable.” Robert grinned.
“I've created a monster. But at least you are my monster.” she broadened her smile in reply.