“No, it's not that, I just didn't think you liked cooking. And I guess I'm . . . just a little . . . confused?”
“Confused?” she asked, preparing an onion.
“I'm glad you invited me for dinner, I . . . uh, I guess I'm confused by . . . what kind of dinner this is? I mean. . . .” He trailed off nervously.
Oh.
She then spotted tentative hope in his eyes.
Oh. . . .
Um.
“I'm fine with whatever you were thinking,” he added quickly. “More than happy, really! I just didn't want to assume and. . . . ” He blushed and she quickly realized she was blushing just as much.
She had bulldozed so quickly into wanting to prove what she wanted to prove that she hadn't even thought about how it would look. . . .
Inviting Clark over for dinner.
Just the two of them. . . .
AWWWWW Love this scene!!
Beautiful story!
My guess: Blueowl
