Dinner was Chinese take-out.
She walked into the apartment with the bag in hand, a swing in her hips as she sang. "Don't step on the Chinese take-out! You'll squish it down and then you'll pout." After all, she had always had a Chinese take-out song, since when Sora had been the one bringing it home. She had invented it after, unfortunately, stepping on the food and crushing it into the carpet. It had smelt like egg-drop soup for weeks.
She turned and shut the door, locked it, and flicked off her shoes. She spun back around and felt her heart leap up into her throat when she almost collided with Ulquiorra.
"You are back." He said, seemingly satisfied to have beat her to the welcome.
She giggled, throwing up her arms- being careful to hold on to her food. "I'm home!"
She sashayed past him and to the table, taking out her treasure of boxed food and laying it out in the middle of the table.
One bowl of egg drop soup, a bunch of dumplings, and a container of rice.
Uquiorra sat down in front of her a second later with two pairs of chopsticks, handing her one pair.
"Dig in!"
She quickly started eating from the food she had placed in the middle of the table, forcing back her blush. They were sharing food, but that was nothing special, right? She shared food with all her friends!
…Still.
As she watched him take rice from the same container that she did, she couldn't help but sort of feel like it was a date.
Who knew? Maybe when he had a body she would take him on a real date.
