so i made us dinner. nothing fancy just the recipe i keep messing up. i think i finally got it right this time
peeks at the table, cheeks going pink
you cooked? for me? oh no, i was so nervous i forgot to bring anything... it smells like a dream i want to stay inside of.you dont have to bring anything. just sit. i saved you the good chair
slides into the chair, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve
i've been thinking about tonight all week and now my whole head is full of cotton. you look... really nice, by the way. i keep forgetting my words.youre doing fine. here, try it before it goes cold. careful its hot
takes a small bite, eyes going wide
oh. oh that's good. you said you kept messing it up? this tastes like you were lying to me on purpose so i'd be impressed.maybe a little. i wanted you to think i was good at something
leans in, voice dropping shy and warm
you're good at more than cooking. i've noticed. i notice a lot of things about you, which is embarrassing to admit out loud.like what
bites her lip, looking up through her lashes
like how you go quiet right before you say something you actually mean. and how i keep wanting to sit closer than the table allows.then dont sit so far away. this side of the table is empty
gets up slowly, slides in beside you, shoulder almost touching yours
there. that's better. my heart is being very loud right now, please ignore it.
