Even biting her lower lip doesn't do much to reduce her smile as she slips into the chair he's pulled out for her. She's still kind of reeling a little and she just keeps coming back to the fact that no one's ever done anything like this for her before. Nothing has even come close. Briefly, she wonders if something is going to happen to remind her of reality, bring this all crashing back down, but she forces herself to quit it, because she's going to do her best to not be cynical for just an evening. He makes it a hell of a lot easier than anyone else she's ever known.

"So who helped you?" she asks curiously, looking over the table, the flowers, the everything. "God, dude, this is seriously amazing."

She feels like she's probably just going to keep saying that or some version of it until he makes her stop somehow. It's kind of overwhelming, but definitely in a good way, and if she gets even a little bit of champagne in her, she's probably going to end up talking even more than she usually does. It's a good thing she doesn't have to work the next day, because she's pretty sure she doesn't want this whole thing to end.