slow down, you're doing fine
Flora giggles softly at the wrinkle of his nose, the expression so endearing she wants to tuck it into her pocket for safekeeping. She lifts one shoulder in a light shrug, damp curls brushing her cheek. "Honestly? I don’t think you’re Asta’s type anyway," she says, before schooling her expression into something far more sceptical as Kaisel tries to sweeten the deal, her mouth twisting into a shape that conveys utter disbelief. "I don’t want your breakfast," she informs him flatly. "I ordered exactly what I wanted." The way his eyes dart around the booth in frantic search of something shiny to tempt her with nearly breaks her; she has to bite the inside of her cheek hard to keep her laughter from spilling out. Her brows lift high in exaggerated surprise when he offers up a daily veto, and she glances down at the paper ring with a long, dramatic sigh.
"I don’t know, babe...seems like your proposal isn’t really all that thought out," she says with mock solemnity, nothing at all like the answer she’ll give when the real moment comes.
She starts to answer his comparison between himself and Danta, humming "Mmmm, in some ways," when the waitress materialises behind him like a thundercloud. Flora barely hides her smirk as Kai jolts upright and scrambles into the booth, and she scoots aside to give him room, only for that movement to shuffle her directly into his original seat. Which means his pancakes and bacon are now in front of her, and her syrup-soaked strawberries are sitting innocently before him.
The realization hits her with the speed of a lightning strike, and she's pretty sure she can already feel the triumph radiating off him like heat from a forge. Oh no. Her hand shoots toward him instantly, fingers groping for the paper ring he’s still holding. "On second thought," she blurts, reaching with all the desperation of a woman defending her waffles, "I’d love to be your breakfast wife."
"I don’t know, babe...seems like your proposal isn’t really all that thought out," she says with mock solemnity, nothing at all like the answer she’ll give when the real moment comes.
She starts to answer his comparison between himself and Danta, humming "Mmmm, in some ways," when the waitress materialises behind him like a thundercloud. Flora barely hides her smirk as Kai jolts upright and scrambles into the booth, and she scoots aside to give him room, only for that movement to shuffle her directly into his original seat. Which means his pancakes and bacon are now in front of her, and her syrup-soaked strawberries are sitting innocently before him.
The realization hits her with the speed of a lightning strike, and she's pretty sure she can already feel the triumph radiating off him like heat from a forge. Oh no. Her hand shoots toward him instantly, fingers groping for the paper ring he’s still holding. "On second thought," she blurts, reaching with all the desperation of a woman defending her waffles, "I’d love to be your breakfast wife."
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
