"I'm sure you're closer to perfect than most," he said, closing the gap between them. Smiling, his fingers brushed a strand back from her cheek. "And stubborn isn't a bad thing. You know that, don't you?" Smiling down at her still, fingers brushing over her hair before he made himself step back.

"And now that I've been utterly stalkerish, perhaps we should return to our dinner. Where the alcohol is," he teased.