Oh, she's come to prefer black as well, perhaps a trait she gets from him; for awhile, her wardrobe was nearly all black and white, fashionable enough still, but dark. Today, though, she's dressed in a deep blue bordering on navy, of evident quality in its fabric and cut.

"Thank you." She warms to the compliment, a bit too obviously perhaps, or at least conscious of the effect she presents. No more staring in mirrors and fretting over the reflection staring back at her; she's changed. There's no more insecure girl, she'd like to tell herself.

She's a confident, professional, young woman.

"We won't need a reservation," she adds as an afterthought. Considering the restaurant in question, she may have more mischief in mind to make sure they're seated anyway.