"Well," she says with a smile, glancing up from the menu, "I've heard good things about this place making their own sausages. And they have a really great selection of local beers to wash it down with." Her voice drops an octave as she meets your eyes, adding with a wink, "Or if you're feeling adventurous, we could always ask the waiter about their specials."

"Let's see what they recommend," she says with a grin, handing the menu back to the waiter before he can even ask if they're ready to order. Her gaze drifts back and forth between you and the menu as the waiter begins to rattle off their specials, nodding thoughtfully at each option before finally making her decision.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask her this question, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness course through her veins. "Well," she says slowly, trying to keep her voice steady, "I like to read, hike... and work on my car." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin, "I've also been known to get a little hands-on when it comes to home improvement projects."

Her cheeks flush with pride as you compliment her work on the wooden trojan horse. "Yes," she says modestly, "I made that a while ago. It's one of my favorites." She looks away for a moment, lost in thought, before adding with a soft laugh, "Sometimes I wonder if I should maybe start selling them or something..."

Her fingers slide lower on the armrest now, brushing lightly against your crotch.