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He came out and stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with crossed arms. "Is it pineapple?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, her head tilted back slightly. "I don't know what to say to that."
"You never answered my question," he called warmly.
"You made a good choice," she corrected. "This was a surprise for me." She laughed a little, brushing her hair back self consciously. "You know, I...
He squinted momentarily before getting back to work.
She grinned. "It is, right?"
He frowned, looking back. "What do you like?"
It was good. It seemed like the perfect meal for a date night, or an evening meal.
"Uhh.. Pepperoni?"
"I like mine too," she said, offering him a bite.
He nodded, moving to put everything away. "Yeah, sounds great."
She gave him back the fork with a small smile. "You win this time."
"Yeah," he said, putting all the papers back.
She nodded, taking it and trying it. "Hmm.."
"Do you want to order something?" he asked, looking back at her.
She laughed a little. "It's good. How about yours?"
He tilted his head back thoughtfully. "Cleaning?"
"Wow," she teased. "You're cold hearted."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "What are you doing today?"
"Say you don't have feelings for me," she said with a grin.
