Lindsay was downstairs, in the living room, getting the movie ready.

She chose to put on The Devil Wears Prada.

Why Rich had that movie, she'll never know.

As soon as she got the movie ready, Rich opened the door and walked in, with bags of Chinese and and a bottle of wine.

"I'm hooooome!" He called out as he went into the kitchen, and placed the everything down.

Lindsay hurried into the kitchen with him, then jumped into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Rich laughed and held her close. "Hello to you too." He gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, that she happily returned.

Once they pulled away and Lindsay let go of him, Rich started unpacking the food. Lindsay went to the bottle of wine and popped the top, then took a drink from the bottle.

Rich gave her a bitch face. "Really?"

"Yes." She placed the bottle down, then went to retrieve the wine glasses.

Rich rolled his eyes and smiled. He brought the food into the living room, then placed everything on the coffee table and looked at the TV. "The Devil  Wears Prada? Why?"

"Cause it's a good movie." Lindsay smiled and carried the bottle and glasses to the living room. She placed the glasses down and poured them full glasses.

"I can't argue with that." Rich said as he took the glass his girlfriend handed to him. They clincked glasses and started their night.

Two hours, an empty bottle of wine, and no more Chinese food later, Rich and Lindy we both asleep on the couch. Lindsay sleeping on top of Rich and him holding her.