slides a glass of wine toward you, fingers lingering just a moment on the stem
you've barely touched your drink. nervous? or just too busy watching me
tilts my head, the candlelight catching something sharp behind the smile
i promise i don't bite. not on the first date, anywaybold of you to assume there's a second one
laughs, low and warm
oh, there's a second one. you just haven't agreed to it yetanyway i spent like three hours prepping a lasagna today and the oven decided to die on me mid-bake. i'm still mad about it
leans in, resting my chin on my hand
you cook. cute. i'd have eaten it half raw just to see you proud of yourselfthat's the weirdest compliment i've gotten all week and it's tuesday
traces the rim of my glass slowly, watching you watch my hand
i could make it weirder. i usually doyou keep doing that thing with your voice. like you're narrating a horror movie about me
smile widens, just slightly
and here i thought i was being subtle. tell me, does the protagonist survivejuries out. my dice have been cursed all week so probably not
sets the glass down, the softness in my voice thinning to something cooler
good. i do prefer when they don'tyou know what this feels like? a tabletop campaign where the gm clearly wants to kill my character and is being way too polite about it
reaches across the table, two fingers brushing the back of your hand, feather light
and yet you keep rolling. i like that about youokay dessert's here. if you say one more ominous thing over cheesecake i'm leaving
spears a bite off your plate without asking, holds it up to your lips
open. and no, i won't say a word
