Delilah's grin grew as she felt him lay his large calloused hand upon her small frail shoulder. As he made the offer she could practically sense he was a bit thoughtful about it. If the feeling she got wasn't proof enough, the fact that he gave her an alternative, and rephrased, was.<br/><br/>"That sounds... nice..." she murmured softly, smiling at him softly. "Yeah, I'd like that.. Give me a second to hang up my apron, okay?" She removed her hand from his arm and walked off towards the register, untying her black apron and putting it up on a hook, on a small near one of the back rooms. She sent a text to Sophie and Linda, informing them of the situation she got herself into, and, with one last check in a small mirror at the back, she ran her fingers through her hair and walked out to where Ilariy was waiting for her.<br/><br/>"All set. Come on, let's go," she spoke, gesturing to the door with a nod.