*he held her for a moment, just… enjoying the closeness, and the moment. she felt wonderful, here in his arms, her breath on his neck and he wanted to suddenly ask her out. to ask to go properly out, on a date, with her; but no. he barely known her a few days. who does that? not him… not him. he lets go of her, face purple*
w-well you did, thank you… thank you… *he works at getting it onto his wrist now, before finally picking up a fork to try a slice of cake. he takes a bite, and sits there a while* …this is amazing.
The moment broken, she blinks, her face melting into a smile as she goes back to eating. “Y-Yeah. It isn’t too sweet like those supermarket cakes. I wish I knew how to bake like this. I’m going to be a horrible wife someday,” she commented giggling. “Burning water and making brick cakes.”
Looking outside the window, she spotted an old woman waiting impatiently for someone, her mind already running with a story. “So, birthday boy, what do you think is that lady’s story? The impatient one across the street.” She hoped it wasn’t too much of a change in topic.
there’s more to a wife then cooking… wives are about love, support, understanding and… y-yeah…. *he trails off and is thankful of the topic change. he looks out at the woman*
…well it’s cold. she doesn’t like it, b-because it goes through her bones. but she’s waiting for her no good grandson who said he’d go shopping with her for christmas gifts. he’s a no good bad boy but makes time for her since she’s his grandmother. his friends tease him on it but he makes em eat snow.
Jack Maple 