After being presented with a bottle of very fine Chianti by the owner-- who apparently was under the impression that Buffy and I were newlyweds-- we returned to the car and headed back to the motel. Conversation in the car was much the same as the restaurant-- light, simple, and peppered quite a bit with laughter.
Opening the door, I felt both Buffy and I tense for a moment, searching the room for any potential threats. Once we were both satisfied that there were none, there was a easily detected relaxing.
While Buffy kicked off her shoes and stretched out in one of the chairs, I uncorked the wine and found a pair of actual glass tumblers. Pouring a half glass for us both, I removed my own shoes and sank into the chair opposite. I took a sip of the deep burgundy liquid and savoured it before smiling over the glass at Buffy.
"So the night is still young, and we've little to do until tomorrow afternoon. Any thoughts?"
((Open to Buffy))