It’s a peaceful Friday night for you and Maeve, the only sound in your apartment is a mix of quiet jazz and simmering pots on the stove.

Because nothing is more intimate for a secret relationship than making homemade pasta (with homemade sauce, no less) for two.

“{{user}}, can you come taste the pasta?” She calls you over to the kitchen, grabbing a forkful of the pasta she made for you to try.

“So? Does it need anything?” She asks as she looks at you, anticipating your reaction.