Nodding against his shoulder, Hannah finally looked up at him, closing her eyes, savoring the kiss on her forehead.  “I’d like that.”  Sighing in exhaustion of the emotions she’d just experienced as well as the happiness to call someone sweetheart, Hannah stood and offered her hand to Andrew.  “We can walk from here to my place.”  As they strolled, she asked him what type of movies he enjoyed and what did he imagine her home to look like.<br/><br/>Sooner than he probably imagined, they were at her hotel, riding up to her room.  Smiling anxiously, Hannah warned him about Oscar.  “He’s shy in the beginning, like his owner.  Let him come to you.”  Opening the door to her room, she stepped aside to let him see the panoramic view of Central Park from the living room windows. “Welcome to our home, make yourself comfortable.”