Things Left Unsaid
She's home alone (as always), sitting on her couch, thinking about nothing in particular (at least, that's what she tells herself), when he drops by.
He's nowhere near the neighborhood (might as well be honest), with her favourite takeout food (it's on the way, he swears), and thought he might come by for lack of better things to do.
She welcomes him with a kiss on the cheek (he should really shave some more to go with the strong aftershave smell), but leads the way towards her living room when he leant in for more (boys are so greedy).
He's always so confused by her; so unsure of where he stood (he doesn't even know if she actually slept with Will!). He walks in, but doesn't know if he's welcome.
She grins when he presents her with the food (the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach), and promptly begins setting up plates and cutlery, making small talk as she goes (Hockey is the most interesting thing ever).
He helps her (but doesn't lay a hand on her, only her plates). If there's anything awkward about the way they are around each other, neither of them mention it aloud.
She eventually begins talking about Weiss and Nadia, how cute they are, and how they should get together already (the flirting really is that bad).
He agrees; Weiss seriously needs to get laid (so does he, for that matter). They should do a double date or something, he suggests (alternate motives? Never).
Slightly awkward silence (the plates clang against each other). Sure, she finally agrees (because she isn't scared, not at all).
They should go ice-skating together, perhaps (another chance for him to show off his skills). Wonder if there's ice-skating in Argentina (he doesn't actually, but it fills the silence).
She sits down and begins eating (it's either that or make more conversation. When did it become so hard to talk to him?)
He follows suit, and there's nothing but the sound of chewing for the next few minutes (it's actually pleasant, listening to her chew. He knows he must love her if he even enjoys the sound of her chewing. Wonder if she likes his chewing, too?)
(she does, not that she's going to admit it)
He finishes eating first, and gets up to put the plates in the sink (how unromantic, indeed). Turning as he turns on the tap, he catches a smile and grins to himself (there's always hope).
She finishes also, passing him her plate (why do more work when you can get a guy to do it for you?).
He laughs, complaining about how he has to bring the food and do the washing up too (she's conveniently forgotten about the dishwasher, though he has a feeling that was her intention).
She leans against him subconsciously, realizing as she did that what just happened is very close to a romantic dinner for two. (but not. Definitely not.)
She pulls away (how she doesn't want to, but how she wants to take this slowly. How she wants to go one step at a time, so not to fall over).
(how she doesn't want to be hurt again)
