A welcome to the neighborhood dinner

"I have an idea," said Markus. "How about you come over to my place, it's just across the street, for a little welcome to the neighborhood dinner? I'm told I'm a great cook."

I was dumbstruck, didn't really expect him to ask something like this so soon. I haven't prepared anything, no excuses or even my own ideas about how to get inside his home. All things considered, I guess this is a good approach as any.

"Sure, that sounds great! I didn't want to cook tonight anyway considering everything is in boxes. What time?" I asked smiling.

"Say 7 PM?" asked Markus.

"7 PM it is!" I said excitingly. I needed him to think I was genuinely happy about this situation even though I wasn't. Anyone who just moved to a new house would be happy not to have to cook food on moving day and especially being invited over to the new neighbors, so it didn't seem out of character. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just that wonderful smile of yours. See you later tonight!" Markus started to walk away but still kept his eyes fixed on me.

I blushed from the compliment, damn this stupid female body.

"Alright thanks, see you tonight!.

I walked back inside my home and started to think about tonight. How was I going to do this? I didn't prepare for this! Well, in sorts I was prepared for this, but not this soon! At least I have a couple of hours left before seven to figure out a plan.