"Ah, they are, yes," Cameron says, holding them out to her. In the half a minute or so he's been at her door, he nearly forgot he was even holding them, and it comes as something of a surprise, his attention more thoroughly directed toward her. With a hand on the door frame, he leans in to kiss her cheek (it would be so easy to move a little lower, a little more centered, kiss her on the lips like he's wanted for months, but he's waited this long and he intends to do this right). "You look lovely."

She always does, but that's beside the point. Now he gets to tell her the way he means it, has meant it for ages. Now he knows she's dressed up for him, and the idea is staggering.