Inside her place.

"Please take off your shoes," Amy politely asks after opening her door.

"Oh, sure,"you nod as she takes off her high heels before stepping inside.

"Excuse the mess," she says putting away her shoes in the front closet full of various types of footwear.

"I'm glad we didn't go to my place if you consider this messy!" you mutter, looking at around her condo that looks like it was taken from a design magazine.

"Well, your mother probably doesn't come over with white gloves to inspect your place!" she giggles.

"Seriously?" you gasp.

"She claims she has dust allergy," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? Soft drink?"

"Water's fine," you reply. "Do you mind if I put the energy drink in your fridge?"

"Yeah, sure," she nods.

You open the refrigerator and are surprised to find it almost empty. "I think you need to go grocery shopping," you comment as you put the bag of Gatorade bottles inside.

"You sound like my mother!" she sighs.

"Oh?"

"How will you find nice man if you don't cook for him?" she replies with a thick Vietnamese accent, which you assume she is doing an imitation of her mother.

"You don't know how to cook?" you wonder.

"Oh, my mother has tried to teach me how," Amy says, handing you a bottle of glass of water. "Some of us are just born without the talent to cook."

"Maybe I can cook something for you," you suggest with a smile.

"You can cook?" she wonders.

"I'm not Gordon Ramsay but I'm an inspiring home chef," I reply, "minus the swearing."

"Oh, really?"

"Well, ever since my last girlfriend I decided to learn how to cook to impress my dates," you answer. "And to save money eating out at restaurants."

"Maybe you can make me breakfast in the morning," she purrs.

"I'm sleeping here tonight?" you wonder.

"I don't think we'll be doing much sleeping tonight," she winks as she takes you by the hand. "Now let's go to the bedroom to do what you came here for!"