Her love had definitely learned to be quite the romantic. As far as she knew men tended to make big gestures with roses and cliches but all Jack needed to do was tell her a few words and she was a pile of mush.
Watching him blow out the candles, she composed herself and took a little icing off. “Obviously not going to tell me your wish I presume..?” she teased as she planted it on his nose and sucked the rest off her finger.
“Of course not,” he teased her back, reached up to wipe the smear of chocolate off his nose. “If I do that, it won’t come true, and I’m not about to take that risk!”
Still grinning at the silliness of it all, he politely pulled a chair out for her, before taking a seat himself. “I doubt we’ll be able to eat all this in one sitting. Do you think they can box it up for us to take home?”
She giggled softly, leaning her cheek against her palm to watch him for a moment. “How daring, inviting me back to your place already when we’ve barely met?” But there was a twinkle in her eye and she nearly broke character. It was just too much fun to pass up teasing him for a moment more in case he wanted to stop pretending.
But then she had to eventually since they were going somewhere private and doing something that she would never do on a first date.
Oh, right. They were supposed to keep pretending this was their first meeting. A purple blush of embarrassment rose in Jack’s cheeks as he thought how his words would have sounded a year ago. “Oh, I didn’t m-mean it that way! We could, um, split it. Or I could save some for next time.” Getting his confidence back, he leaned in a little closer. “That is, if you want a next time?” He hoped he sounded as softly hopeful as he was trying to.
Jack Maple 