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⊰❀⊱⇝ well, color me impressed. /she bites at the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing, because this is totally a completely serious conversation and she is totally not going to laugh out of nervousness because she finds him so incredibly charming. meaning, she’s already giggling at his antics and her cheeks are at a consistent rosy pink; i look forward to this steak dinner with fine wine and a tasty chocolate cake afterward. are you going to put on a show for me as well? do i get to watch, mr. master chef?

[ he beams, and his face-- quite literally-- glows. with his eyes shaped into crescents, smile toothy and nearly smug as he takes notice of the pink hue dusted on her pretty little cheeks, he offers a confirming nod; as if he wholeheartedly believes he's got skills with the way she looks at him playfully but sincerely and how her voice chimes in this gorgeously shy laugh. it's no doubt his chest swells with pride, ego quenched, a newly found confidence around her in the aura he's emitting. ] If little miss florist wants. It can be like a live cooking show, minus the camera crew and television personality and... celebrity chef status, but we can make it work.

⊰❀⊱⇝ /a small, fond smile spreads across her lips as he rambles on, and she lets him speak without interruption until he asks a question and prompts her for an answer; i don’t have any allergies at all, no worries. steak is perfectly fine with me. as is everything else you mentioned, but a steak- you know how to woo a woman. /she snorts softly, her voice lilting slightly and making her tone playful. she isn’t experienced with flirting, but it’s worth a try in her opinion, and the endearing expression of curiosity displayed on his face is encouraging; what else have you got up your sleeve? are you going to offer me fine wine as well? dessert?

You can never go wrong with steak, you know. Prime cut, butcher's choice. Grass-fed, humane treatment. I am quite the culinary connoisseur with an expertise in meat quality. [ he spurts quite lamely, fixing the collar of his shirt with a stupid grin. his eyes sparkle a bit, enjoying her adorable reactions to his silliness. ] Thank you, I try. And I only offer the most exquisite of wine selection. Gourmet restaurant quality sweet delicacies. In other words, I can cook, and well, and my chocolate cakes are hella tasty.

⊰❀⊱⇝ /she tilts her head as she thinks it over, tapping a finger against her chin. both options sound appealing to her, and it takes her a little while to actually decide; hm, how about we go back to your place and you wow me with your cooking skills- you meant that you intend to cook, right? /she subconsciously winds and unwinds a strip of flower tape from her finger, an attempt to keep herself from fidgeting too much and giving away her excitement- as well as the slight edge of nervousness she feels. she isn’t accustomed to boys- men paying this kind of attention to her. she was always the slightly awkward, quiet, and shy one, always overlooked as a love interest;

[ he found her contemplative face endearing; the way she looked off thoughtfully as a pretty little finger taps idly at her chin has him smiling just a little bit more. ] Of course. Fun fact: I'm not so bad in the kitchen. [ he gives the apron'd girl a look of confidence, feigning him tipping a top hat humbly before he straightens back up with a grin, casually leaning over the counter, now. ] You can't go wrong with steak. Do you like steak? I hope you like steak-- but if you don't, that's cool. I can do chicken or tuna, or make something with shrimp. Hey, do you have any food allergies? [ he doesn't even realize he's rambling, his head tilting a bit as his brows scrunch together in curiosity as he asks the last question, blinking twice. ]

⊰❀⊱⇝ i- /she stops short, a pout forming on her lips; i didn’t mean that as an insult- /she sighs softly at herself, attempting to keep her reaction to his flattery from showing on her face. she, of course, fails, and the slight blush from before deepens considerably, because wow, he’s really charming; well… i usually close up shop around nine-thirty. if that’s not too late…

I wasn't actually insulted, by the way. [ he straightens up, his arms falling from the counter top to his sides, a right thumb hooked in one of his belt loops. ] We can make a nine-thirty dinner happen. Would you like to be taken out or brought back to my place so I can improvise what to serve you? [ there's a small smile gracing his lips as he took notice of her pink-dusted cheeks, subtle thoughts of how precious she looked when being woo'd and he imagines kissing her tenderly. nibbling on his lower lip, he closes his eyes and lowers his head for a second for erase that image flashing through his mind. ]

⊰❀⊱⇝ /she isn’t expecting that in the least, the way she suddenly pauses giving away her shock. she whirls around to face him, studying his face for a moment for any hint of dishonesty, and she’s satisfied when she finds none; depends on what time the hot shot model wants to pick her up.

hot shot? [ he repeats with an offended tone, brows raised defensively. but with a shake of his head and a purse of his plush lips, he brushes the minor insult away. ] i'd like to take you out according to the best time that suits the princess's busy schedule. i want to be seen as a potential prince charming, not a pest getting in your way. [ a smooth smile etches his lips, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling the slightest bit as to offer her an eye smile. ]

⊰❀⊱⇝ wow, i’m flattered. /she turns back to what she was doing behind the counter- arranging a bouquet that was to be picked up later that day- for the sake of hiding the slight dusting of a blush along her cheeks; next thing you know, you’ll be asking me out to dinner.

And what if I am? [ he challenges, arching an inquisitive brow as he leans in, his voice questioning and playful. ] That is, if the flower girl is free later on today.