Fuck me, Robert

"How was work?" Robert asked, his voice was loud because of the noise coming from the motorcycle and other transportation on the road.

"Work was fine," she muttered, "although my thoughts were occupied.." she said that last part in her head.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked,

"It depends on who is buying," Ruth said with a light laugh,

"I'm buying," Robert replied,

"I'll have a hotpot," she said. Robert glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. He stopped in front of a fancy restaurant.

"What are we doing here Robert?" She asked Robert,

Robert packed the motorcycle, and he took her helmet and kept it with his.

"To have dinner," came his short reply. Ruth was feeling skeptical about entering this restaurant.

"Robert.." she trailed, Robert held her hand and pulled her into the restaurant. A waitress assigned them to a table,

"What would you like to have?" The waitress asked,

"Please give us a moment." Ruth smiled at her, and she turned to Robert after the wa