Eliot waited, oddly nervous for Parker. He knew she was out somewhere exploring her feelings as she had called it. What she really meant was deeper feelings more complex feelings; passion. She had feelings even in the beginning she felt things, he could tell. That psychic and their little talk in that ice cave proved this, and then there was her relationship with Hardison (on which he tried not to dwell or fathom). But she hadn t been sure what these feelings meant, still wasn t sure as he found out earlier today. So he tried to help her because they were a lot alike and he cared for her a lot more than he probably should especially lately. He showed her in little ways. He had stayed so many times because of her and he didn t want to dwell on that either. But never the less here he was waiting nervously for her return. He shook his head, he was being stupid, she was probably at home or at Hardison s place, and he should get home now too.
Of course that s when he turned around to find her staring at him. Only she could do that to him, especially when he was distracted.
Is this for me? She asked indicating the sole plate of food on the counter, the dessert he had made her, essentially a donut cake with frosted flakes clinging to the icing. Um... yeah. There was that nervousness again, what would she think Really? Eyes wide, appreciative, and somewhat confused.
I m not much of a baker but Oh, mouth full she cut him off this is awesome she said through a mouthful.
This is even better that those black noodle things! You mean the, oh never mind. He thought he d just let her enjoy the desert he made her, because enjoy it she was. Yes she definitely had feelings. He smiled his genuine smile at her, (the one Sophie said goes to the eyes) almost glad she wasn t looking.
So... What she said around another mouth-full You said you get it, earlier in the restaurant? Yes, well I think I get why you re all bah! about food now. And I think I like it more now. But... But I went to the museum tonight, and as I was hovering there, staring at the little naked man. It s just my job and I m good at it and I like it a lot, but I didn t have that moment. Moment? Of clarity, like I did in the restaurant. Or like now even. You don t have to find your passion right now or even a week from now. It takes time, it can t be forced. It s like a lock, like people. Yeah I guess it is. He half smirked. Or maybe even like knives he thought to himself. Thanks Eliot I m glad you liked it Not just for the food, but you know for listening. For trying to help. That s it? You want to still help? Crazy as you are, you re not so bad to hang around. There s a food cart festival this weekend, why not check it out with me? Ooh, can I go as the food critic. I m not ganna stop ya. There were time even he wasn t sure what he was feeling, or why he just couldn t say no to this crazy little thief.
