Separate names with a comma.
He looked down uncertainly at the food. "I made you pasta.. I was afraid I had upset you somehow. But I just want you to know that, uh, I'm lucky...
She squinted at him before looking over at Alyona in surprise. "What?"
He seemed hesitant to open the door. There was a small bowl of pasta in one hand. "Its me."
"Okay," she said slowly, smoothing out her dress. "I remember that day very well, actually. It had actually been a pretty rough morning because my...
After awhile there was a light knock on her door. He was worried she had already gone to sleep.
"I'm not really sure why we would need to go so into detail," she said, "it's not very important."
He frowned, getting up and going to the kitchen.
She looked over at him with a plastered smile. "I don't quite recall. I think it started with an 'A'?"
Fleur looked a little surprised, glancing at Ferris. She turned to Alyona politely. "Oh, well.. I actually met him one night at a.. at a cafe."
He looked a little confused, but didn't comment. "Goodnight."
His brows furrowed slightly. "I'm alright."
Fleur had some tea, her expression warm.
He looked up at her. "Only if you want to."
She didn't seem to notice, getting the food ready.
He looked up at her nervously. "I.. I guess. Are you okay..?"
She chuckled, squeezing his shoulder before going to help with the rest.
He sighed, relaxing a bit. "Maybe.."
Fleur laughed slightly, elbowing him gently. "She approves."
He looked over at her in surprise, feeling conflicted. "But I started this."
She sighed slowly. "Annette didn't burn the eggs."
