Dick had been staring at you since you started talking. It was just another night of pasta and wine every Friday, where you talked about the difficult week, laughed and had fun watching a movie.

But this time he didn't know if it was because you were more excited about telling him about your week, or if it was because your hair smelled so good, or because your lips looked so kissable, but he was inclined to make a proposal crazy

"Amanda, do you know what friends with benefits are?"