[For John]

[robin_sparkles]

Robin had made sure she was looking absolutely rocking and that she had brought it for the date, not even going home to change so much as ducking from the Clinic to the washroom and putting on a thin-strapped red number before heading to the kitchen to meet up with her date. And okay, yes, she was a bit late and it was because she was reading porn

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[andsadofeye]

His suit jacket discarded on the back of a nearby chair, John was making pasta and meatballs, having promised the little blond woman that he would clean up after himself. Her accent had almost reminded him of home.

"We're at our marks," he said, looking over his shoulder at Robin. "Wow. With that dress, you're gonna make me feel under-dressed."

The clothes box had seen fit to give him a vest, which he was wearing with his suit pants from home, a clean white shirt, a black tie.

It was a start.

[robin_sparkles]

"Well, I have to admit, you're looking pretty good there," she said, pleased to feel that thrill in her stomach, the one she usually got on the first date with an incredibly hot man and John seemed to check all the boxes when it came to having positives. "So do I just sit or are we going to be moving somewhere once your mastery chefery is complete?" she asked warmly.

[andsadofeye]

"Doing my best," said John, his attention mostly on the pans in front of him as he cooked.

"I figured we could eat here and then see where the night leaves us?" He glanced over his shoulder. "Unless you feel like toting meatballs down to the beach. In which case, be my guest."

[robin_sparkles]

Robin pushed herself up to her feet, unstrapping the shoes to loosen them slightly as she wandered closer with a relaxed smile on her face. "That works for me. Okay, put me to work. What needs being done?" She could so get a little bit dirty, after all.