"Of course"

And so here you now find yourself: Sitting in Brooke's big open-plan kitchen/dinning room, polishing off an fantastic meal, and chatting about her plans for becoming a chef. You try and compliment her meal using your limited culinary vocab. You try to talk about flavors and colors and presentation. Knowing that she'll appreciate the effort far more than a few overwrought exclamations, like 'awesome!' Or 'Taste sensation!!!!'

However, as the small talk dies back you now struggle for a way to spool this encounter out a while longer.

"So... Your folks not around tonight?" You really hope that didn't come out as creepy as it sounded to you.

"No, they're staying with friends for the weekend." Brooke replies, before adding. "Business friends, or... friends in business. I don't know. Not my scene, so I just leave them to it."

"They away a lot?" You ask.

"More now then ever. Although, it might just seem that way to me as I don't go with them anywhere these days."

"Doesn't that get lonely?"

"Nah. Well, not too bad. I have a lot of girlfriends over, and I use to sleepover at Michelle's place a lot too. Until she moved." She says sadly.

There is another awkward pause and you rush to fill it before it can sour the mood. "So... Do you, by any chance, watch The Violet Bullet?" You know she does, and that she has a crush on the supporting male lead.

"Oh yeah, there's a new episode on tonight!" Brooke exclaims, with renewed verve.

"Yeah. Do you... Maybe want to watch it together?" You ask, with maybe a little too much hope in your voice.

"Sure." She responds without any trepidation now.