I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing lettuce for a salad. I was going to a committee meeting followed by a lunch party and everyone was taking some food.
Ro came down the back stairs, we greeted each other and he rummaged in the fridge for his lunch, which he had packed up the night before. He picked up his car keys and then looked at me.
“Hm, nice dress,” he said. “Yes. Nice.”
Made my day.