*Ella finishes up her meal in short order.* That was delicious.

"Thank you." He says, finishing up as well.

*Ella looks at the table.* Going to make me do dishes? *She asks raising an eyebrow.*

"I guess not." He says, standing and picking up the dishes. He puts them in the sink and runs some hot water of them, intending the clean them later. "So rate the night so far." He says, returning to his chair.

Huumm well to be fair I have nothing to comapre it too. *Ella points out.*

"Well, for now, compare it to the two nights at the club. I guess if things go well between us we'll have more nights like this." He says, smiling. "So what was that desert you were speaking of earlier?" He asks, tilting his head sideways with a smile.

In that case, tonight has been above adverage. And just in case you were wondering, yes I'm frugal with praise. *Ella says almost daring him to complain on his scoreing, but really he is doing a wonderful job of impressing her.* As for dessert I know a wonderful little italian bakery, do you like biscotti, tiramisu, tortoni, cannoli, zeppole, or zabaglione?

"Never tried any of them." Derek says, shrugging. "I'll have to let you pick it out."

Not a problem we get a sample plate and you can try a little of everything. It really is better that way. *Ella says helpfully.*

"Alright. Let me get my keys and then we'll go." He says, standing up and jogging upstairs. He grabs his keys and his wallet. He goes back downstairs. "Ready?" He asks Ella.

*Ella nodds grabbing her wrap.* Want to walk, it isn't too far and it is good exercise before all that sugar.

"Sure, I guess." He says, throwing his keys on a mantle and grabbing his jacket. "Lead the way." Derek says, offering his arm.

*Ella easily slips her hand in his as if it is perfectly natural and they head out.* So, you can cook, and dance. But you cook better than you dance, what else?

Derek enters his house, going straight upstairs. He notices it's not late at all, but for the first time in a long time he does not feel like going out as The Archer. He shrugs it away and takes off his clothes, climbing into bed and quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, he wakes up. It's saturday so no one will be in the office. He goes downstairs to his kitchen, cooks breakfast and eats. Throughout the day, he finds himself bored and spends most of his time on his computer. Derek's phone rings in the afternoon, and he picks it up.

Derek hangs up the phone after his conversation with Ella. He dresses like he told her to, loose but not too loose. He grabs his keys and his wallet and heads towards the bakery.