It's not quite holding his hand, but it's close, and the way she blushes is echoed in his own cheeks. He bites his lip over a smile and then takes the offered bread, biting into it. It's still warm from the oven and, honestly, it's really fucking good.

"Good bread is the best," says Keys, glad that they agree. "Do you want to get appetisers to share, too, or are we saving ourselves for dessert?" He glances over at her, knee brushing hers under the table. "Or both?"