pandagas

the sun shone brightly down onto the two of you, a nice comfortable breeze blowing through the air. you had seen the weather reports had called for a nice afternoon, suggesting to your boyfriend that the two of you should finally sit in the outside dining area of your favorite restaurant.

he ordered his usual, the same pasta dish he got every time the two of you would come. you had decided to change things up, wanting to try the salad that sounded good on the menu.

it was good, but not necessarily what you were in the mood for. you would’ve much rather had your favorite off the menu instead of trying something new. oscar was quick to pick up on that when you poked the greens with your fork, a neutral expression on your face as you leaned your head on your hand.

he saw the subtle glances you took towards his dish and how it looked so much better than the flavorless plate in front of you.

“how’s the salad?” he asked, putting his fork down to take a sip of water from the glass, condensation dripping from the bottom and onto the white table cloth.

you shrugged, “‘s alright,”

“want to try the pasta?”

you nodded, smiling softly when he brought his fork to your mouth for you to try. you hummed, nodding as you finally understood why it quickly became his favorite dish.

“that’s really good.”

“i know, right?”

you continued your conversation for a little while, the whole time not touching your food. he didn’t say anything, just slid the rest of his remaining pasta towards you and taking the plate of greens from your side. you studied his movements with a confused face but he stayed silent as he placed the plate that was once yours in front himself.

you smiled towards the plate as you twirled the pasta onto your fork, picking your head up to meet his eyes as he smiled at you, mouth full of kale and lettuce.

“have i ever told you how much i love you?”

he hummed as he pretended to think about it. you swatted at his arm playfully, the two of you laughing.