The worst lunch of her life.
She has chosen many subjects (family, hobbies, school...). But each time, Luke answers in a laconic way.
"Yes". "No". "I don't know".
The conversation has never really started.
Sipping her coffee, Jane glances at him. He's eating a chocolate cake with chantilly cream, without saying a word.
He has built such a strong protection around him and for now, she hasn't managed to break his barrier.
She feels like the Prince Charming who tries to go through all the thorns and bramble which protect the Sleeping Beauty's castle.
No surrender.
She tries one more time.
"Is there a little girl you fancy ?"
"No".
Failure again.
She can't help smiling. Better laugh than cry.
He stops eating and looks at her sharply.
"Do you mock me ?"
What ? She startles.
"No, no, I don't. It's the situation ...it's weird, don't you think ?"
He sends her a cold smile.
"The weirdest thing is your relationship with Thor. Why has he felt in love with a so common woman like you ?"
She clenches her fists under the table.
What a nasty comment !
And suddenly, she knows how to react.
She leans forwards and whispers in confidence.
"My strength is my apparent weakness. People underestimate me ...but at the end, I win."
She dives her index finger in his chantilly cream.
"Yum, delicious !", she sighs in a exaggerated delight.
Luke looks dumstruck.
"Have you just stolen a part of my dessert ?", he asks incredulously.
"And twice !", she challenges him, plunging her finger in his chantilly again.
He freezes. Is he going to throw his cake at her ?
Not at all.
He grins broadly and his eyes are sparkling.
He likes her childish action !
He moves his plate towards her.
"Share it with me, please."
At last.
The defensive wall is cracked.
When their dessert is finished, Luke jumps on his feet.
"Let's go to your laboratory. I really want to see it."
She examines his face, searching a hint of irony.
There is none.