” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”
“That — ” She regarded him. This had been a random act of kindness for a cute kid. What was it turning into? ” — that would be lovely. Um, a movie? Dinner? We could, um, maybe something before valentine’s day as well?” What the hell was she doing?
“How about for coffee before Valentine’s and then cooking together on Valentine’s? Or baking. Would be a lot more fun than just eating together, right? At least in my eyes.” He rambled, fingers twitching lightly, as he smiled and blinked quickly at her.
Gratefully, Summer said, “That sounds perfect. Is there anything you’re allergic to? Or, no, I have a better idea — we can meet up for coffee tomorrow evening, go grocery shopping after? For Valentine’s?”