A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. His grins are soft and sweet, and she quietly melts before them as she takes her seat – looking between the drinks that he’s brought – opting to start with water and sitting back gently as he pours her a glass. Tucking a few stray dark hairs from her face, she looks back to him and simply just takes a moment to take it in – the air around them, the quiet corner they have, the closeness of them right now. A soft smile crosses her face and sticks. Something so nice and small meant the world to her – that he’d go out of his way to do something like this for her of all people. Is that guilt she still feels, that he thinks this painted picture of her when she’s done so much that would tarnish his image of her? Would it actually tarnish what he thought? She’s terrified to find out, and even if this doesn’t last, she absolutely can let herself let go to enjoy it while it lasts. Her glass lifts to clink against his as she goes to take a sip from it. “And having a few moments to breathe.” She adds on, flashing him a wink before setting the glass down and settling in a small amount at her seat. “So what’s on the menu, Chuy?” She asks, not even looking down to the plate before them or anything – wanting to hear him explain what he’d picked as she slowly begins to realize just how starved she is. and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...