Michael didn't flinch. It was almost uncommon to come home and find the loft empty, especially empty of Fiona.
He walked around to the fridge. When he opened it, he discovered that he was out of yogurt even though he restocked that morning.
"What happened to my yogurt?" he asked.
He looked over at her and a trademark Fiona "I'm guilty" smile was plastered on her face.
"I'm holding it for ransom."
He shut the fridge pointedly. He had a rough day and wasn't in the mood to play games.
"What do you want?"
"Don't sound so grumpy, Michael. You can get it back. All you have to do is take me out on a date. By date, I mean to steal a shipment of sparkly new AK-47's. The kind that has-"
"Good luck finding your yogurt."
He started walking towards her. "Fi-"
He reached the bed where she was seated. She stood. They were just inches apart.
"Tell me where it is."
She put a hand on his shoulder. "Make me."
They were just about to kiss when the door opened.
"Mikey, did you know that there's a basket of yogurt in Fiona's car?" Sam asked.
"Thanks Sam," Michael smiled.
He started out the door and Fiona followed.
"Am I missing something?" Sam asked himself as he watched them go.
Michael got the basket out of her car and looked towards the steps. Fiona was standing on them pouting. He hated it when she did that. Partly because she looked so sad and partly because it always, always, made him cave.
"What time does the shipment come in?" he sighed. She lit up.
"Tonight around midnight. I'm going without or without you."
"I'll go, but you're driving."
She grinned. "I knew you'd come around."