London England, Monday night

Tim had often done the cooking back when it was just his mother and he in the apartment in New York. But it was usually simple stuff.

Okay lasagna might not be the fanciest dinner ever, but still. Tim had never done anything that elaborate before. Hobson had secretly gone behind him and helped where needed, and Tim pretended not to have noticed. It worked out well.

Dessert was store-bought of course. Gwynn's favorite. And there were makings for mixed drinks for later.

They were a number of years too early for Netflix and chill, but Tim had tried for the next best thing, renting a few movies that he hoped she'd like to see, and one or two he knew she'd mentioned favorably.

And of course there was a neatly wrapped present on the coffee table.

Now of course, all that was needed was the girl.

And yes, he knew it was Monday. He was determined however to worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.