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His head sharply turned to hers, seeing the sincerity shining in her eyes.
He started to speak when the people in line behind them grouched for them to get a move on. Sora sheepishly apologized and pulled their tray along to the Build Your Own Sandwich section.
She was a little flustered as she picked out her bread slices and started putting some mayo on it. He followed suit, skipping the mayo and putting some honey mustard instead. As he picked out some pieces of garlic chicken he noticed that she was staring at him with her bottom lip between her teeth.
The sight made his gut squirm.
He looked away and started grabbing some pickles even though he didn't particularly like them in his food, but he was flustered as well and desperate to bring his attention to something other than her pink lips. Unfortunately for his taste buds the pickles had been the closest thing to him at the moment.
"Regardless of what Dr. Kate said," she asked as she grabbed some tomatoes for her sandwich and then some horse radish without really realizing what she was putting on her bread, "would you like to go on a date with me?"
He paused in adding yet another pickle on his sandwich. Go on a date with Sora? He really hadn't thought about it before - especially dating in general. His sister had been the outgoing one and the one people wanted to go on dates with, despite her being the younger sibling.
He hadn't been asked out before.
He didn't know the first thing about dating other than the fact that the guy traditionally asked, but he had started to notice that the girls were asking as well - though not based on first hand experience.
He was a newbie to it. He probably shouldn't agree. He was going to mess it up somehow.
But he thought of her smile when he got her the fish, he thought of a few minutes ago when they were holding hands and she was all smiley and sunny around him.
And then her confession of having a similar affliction as him...
"If you don't mind," he lowly started, his eyes fixed on the mountain of pickles hiding his chicken, "then yes," he managed to get himself to look at her, "I would like to."
Her smile was so big that her teeth showed and her cheeks nearly hid her eyes. "Of course I don't mind," she laughed. "That's why I asked you."
He felt that warmth again and it made him loosen the smallest of smiles on his face. "Good," he said. Instead of leaving it there, he felt inspired to add in another thing, even though it wasn't related to what they were just talking about and he would be revealing that he had been distracted this entire time at this section of the food line.
"Do you like pickles?" he gestured to his sandwich, "I do not care for them."
She laughed again. "We can swap if you like horse radishes. I don't like them."
The small smile on his face grew just a tiny bit as she revealed her own distracted behavior.
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