M Threadneedle Street or a tucked-away tapas bar?
I’m the impulsive type, so let’s try the tapas bar tonight – as long as there’s dessert after (2 plates).

Sticky toffee pudding or something you lick off my fingers?
Oh, lick it off me. Slowly. Then watch how I look at you when you do.
I want the pudding after, though.

Bottomless brunch or slow, wine-soaked dinner?
Slow and wine-soaked. I want time to draw the time out conversation over the courses, with laughter and touches under the table…

Private chef or surprise tasting menu?
Surprise me. Let’s surrender to the menu, the wine list, and whatever tension builds between bites.

Hands feeding me or eyes watching me eat?
Feed me. Let your hands brush my lips. Let me take the bite without breaking eye contact.

Espresso martini or oolong tea?
Oolong tea. Espresso martinis are not nice.

Dessert first or dragged out over hours?
Dragged out. Let’s have dessert when we’ve already forgotten the time. When it’s past midnight and neither of us is in a rush.

In heels or barefoot in your kitchen?
Barefoot. I love my feet on the floor… especially when you’re kneeling to kiss them.

Shared fork or separate desserts?
Shared fork. Three desserts.
My sweet tooth is insatiable, and I don’t like to be told ‘no’.

Loud laughter in public or soft gasps in private?
Both.
I want to be the reason you’re flushed and undone, whether it’s over dinner or elsewhere.