For better or for worse, there was no real need to show Parker around, since he was already fairly familiar with Brooke’s condo. His coy joke about simply providing a delivery service made Brooke giggle. She hoped this wasn’t how he treated all of his customers, otherwise there was nothing uniquely special about her interaction with him.<br/><br/>“Well, this must be the VIP treatment, then.” She replied, while tending to the drinks. Parker explained that he brought along the champagne in order to make it feel like an actual celebration, and Brooke had to admit, the younger man had good taste. Maybe she had judged his age a little too quickly, initially.<br/><br/>One thing was for certain, before the night was over, Brooke would have a much better idea about that. Parker left the decision about which beverage to start with, to Brooke, who chose the champagne. “In that case, let’s make this really feel like a celebration, then.” She murmured, opting for the champagne and pouring enough into each flute, so that they were both about three quarters full.<br/><br/>Parker mentioned that dinner sounded perfect, but added that he felt he should be treating her. Brooke chuckled with a shrug of her shoulder. “Well, I did specify to pay cash, so if you really wanted to, you could answer the door when the driver gets here.” She was mostly being cute and snarky, but if it meant a lot to Parker to treat her, then who was she to deny him?<br/><br/>To his retort about not getting behind the wheel after drinking, Brooke offered Parker his flute and made a suddenly rather serious face. “Oh, no, drinking and driving is definitely not condoned in this house.” She only realized afterward, how much of a mom she sounded like. Mentally, she told herself to tone that down, then followed it up with a raise of her glass.<br/><br/>“To new adventures!” She decided to toast, on the spot, clicking the edge of her glass with his. Was she merely referencing the new adventures she would have in her new vehicle? Or was there much more to her words? Brooke vowed then and there to not let this night be in vain. “Let’s move over to the couch while we wait.” She suggested, stretching her arm toward it, before leading him there and taking a seat.<br/><br/>“Mmm,” she murmured, as she sat down and slowly pulled one leg over the other. “So, just out of curiosity, what is your favorite Italian food?” She inquired. “I wonder if I chose well.”