“We have to eat something,” he said, watching Kiko nod and then pull away, looking a bit sheepish. He pulled a couple new beers out of the fridge.
“I took care of that,” he said, then set the bottles down to go answer the door. When he returned he was holding a pizza box. “Don’t be angry—I ordered from Pasta La Vista. Still want it to be joke romantic? We can light a candle.”
Dom said very little as Kiko hauled out a candle and lit it before turning off most of the lights and plopping greasy slices of pizza onto plates. He wasn’t sure how offended to be that Kiko had never expected him to cook properly to begin with, but Kiko looked to be in a good mood and he didn’t want to ruin that. Not with everything he had planned. Shit.