She looks stunning. When she reaches him, he kisses her and smiles. A little nervously.

"I was hoping you'd love these," Chuck tells her, offering the bouquet in his hand. Pink Hydrangeas. "Do you?"

She smiles, takes the flowers and sniffs them. "Of course. But seriously, what is this all about? First the shoes, then the necklace, the earrings, and now flowers—"

"Don't tell me you didn't like my presents."

"It's not that, Chuck."

"So what's the problem?"

She narrows her eyes. "Okay, Bass, spill. What did you do this time?"

"What?"

"You know you tend to overdo apologies with presents. It's just you."

"Why are you assuming I need to do something terrible to spoil my girlfriend?"

He frowns innocently, and she's glaring at him, hands at her hips. A stare down to the finish. Behind them, Dorota comes out from the kitchen, sees them and backs out.

"Oh, all right." He sighs. "But it's not like you think."

"Explain."

"I can't make it to our dinner on Friday night. Lily's set up a meeting with the board so I'd become acquainted with Bass Industries more. I can't back out of that. I'm sorry, Blair, really, I am—"

"Chuck, I don't blame you."

"—it's just. Wait—you don't?"

"No. In fact, I'm glad that you're adjusting to your responsibilities." She fixes his bowtie. "It's about time."

He pauses, as if expecting an explosion or a laugh. "I didn't expect this."

"You underestimate me," she says, grinning. She puts her hands on his face and kisses him, slowly, deeply. "I want this to work out for you. But thank you, for the presents. I loved all of them."

"I feel like I've been screwed out of my money," he teases.

"Suck it up, because I'm starving."

"Yes, ma'am."