He shrugged. "Work." *** She grinned at him, her expression sunny. "I should probably head home today and finish unpacking."
"Why does work prevent you from dating?" she asked, tilting her head. * * * "Maybe..." he said thoughtfully, tilting his head.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, eyeing him thoughtfully. "So... was this a mistake?" * * * "No, you probably should," he clarified. "I just don't like the idea of you leaving too much. Call me clingy."
He raised an eyebrow. "What? No, not at all." *** She grinned. "I don't like the idea of leaving much either, to be fair."
She folded her hands, considering him thoughtfully. "Are you sure? You said you're busy." * * * "Hm. What a dilemma."
"I'd make time for you," he told her, looking down at the table. *** She sat on the edge of the bed. "Truly."
She paused, tilting her head curiously before reaching across the table and taking his hand, squeezing it. "I'm glad," she told him earnestly. "I'm not quite ready to say goodbye to you." * * * He looked down at her with a frown before going and picking up the scrap pieces of bacon. "I need to clean up."
He flushed slightly, looking up at her. "I wouldn't want to say goodbye to you either." *** She stood, going to help. "Here, I can too."
She gave him a small nod as the waiter came up to them. “Good evening,” he said in what was probably a fake Italian accent. “What can I prepare for you tonight?” *** “No, you already had to deal with me all night. Don’t worry.”
He looked over at her momentarily. "..I would like a glass of red wine and the caesar salad." *** "It's okay. It'll make it go by quicker."
“I’ll just have water and the pesto penne, please,” Beck told the waiter, letting go of Levy’s hands to stack their menus, passing them to the waiter. He nodded and left them. *** He frowned, squinting at her.
He looked back over at her. "Is there anything you'd like to do after this?" *** She grinned at him before continuing.
She paused, resting her head on her hand thoughtfully. “Let’s go on a walk, maybe?” she suggested. “The pier is lovely at night.” *** “You’re not being right. This is my house.”
“It does,” she agreed. “My mother and I used to go down there at night.” *** He stared at her for a moment before turning away, leaving the room.
He smiled, offering his hand. "I'm glad to he here with you." *** She hesitated before following him curiously.
She took it, watching him thoughtfully. “I am too.” *** He went into his cage and sat in it, clearly sulking.
