Barry stood in front of the door of Iris's house for a full minute before knocking. It had been three days since he'd asked Iris for the cup of sugar, and he was definitely going to ask her out today.
Then the door opened, and every thought flew out of Barry's head at the sight of Iris wearing a white tank top and black pants, her hair wrapped up in a towel.
"Hi, Barry," Iris said with a smile. "Sorry about my-" she gestured to her body- "appearance, I just showered."
"You look- it's fine," Barry replied, trying to hide the fact that his brain was kind of shorting out right now over thoughts about Iris showering. "Listen, I was-"
"Let me guess- you want some more cooking supplies that you forgot to buy?" Iris asked with a slight smirk.
Barry wanted to say no, but then he made the mistake of looking into Iris's gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, and couldn't even remember what she'd just said.
"Chocolate as in...chocolate chips?" Iris asked, which startled Barry.
"What?" he replied.
"You said chocolate," Iris said.
Barry blushed- his thoughts on Iris's eyes must not have been as private as they were supposed to be- and nodded. "Um, yeah. I was gonna make chocolate chip cookies, and I forgot to buy them."
Iris quirked an eyebrow, then said, "As luck would have it, I do actually have some chocolate chips."
"Thank you," Barry replied. "Oh, and- here's your cup," he said as he held it out to her.
"Oh, thanks," Iris said cheerfully. "I'll be right back." With that, she turned and walked away, and Barry ran a hand through his hair as he groaned. Why had his talent of always being late failed him now? Why couldn't he have just waited?
"Here you go," Iris said, holding out a partially-filled bag of chocolate chips.
"You're a lifesaver, Iris," Barry said. "See you later."
As soon as he was inside, Barry texted Felicity. No luck with asking her out. Also could you ask Oliver if he wants a half-full bag of chocolate chips? I'll just throw it out otherwise.