Finn shook his head. "It's going in my mother's house."
"And in ours, next," she reminded him.
"Fine. We can go dutch if you insist. Or, you can let me pay for it, and get the next piece of furniture."
A reasonable alternative. She accepted it, Finn paid, and they got out of the store.
"We have a couple of hours until we need to head to TriBeCa. Lunch?" Finn offered.
They were seated in a beautiful modern restaurant at the top of a skyscraper, and toasting with champagne when Anna realized something very strange.
This really did feel like a date.