She watched him closely, he tidied up as he went along, a man who knew how to look after himself.  She smiled, he was actually rather cute.  She shook her head, where had that come from?  She couldnt have thoughts like that.<br/><br/>The aromas were wonderful, ham had never smelt good.  She tucked into the food with relish, the egg was perfectly done, she broke a piece of toast and dunked it into the yolk.  She savoured the flavours, loving everything about the food.  And the fact that it had been prepared by him was amazing.  No man had ever cooked for her before.<br/><br/>"What piece? I think I would play my favourite piece by Beethoven, his Pathetique Sonata" she told him, her face breaking into a smile.  This guy really wasnt as bad as the others.  She hoped he wouldnt touch her, she had a feeling he wouldnt, he was different from the others.  Maybe he was Gay?  But he had touched her breast, but that must have been a mistake.  He had to be gay....