When he hears the rattle of plates and the sound of the silverware drawer opening and closing, Darlington pours them both a glass of wine, looking up just as Alex comes into the room. "Here, let me," he starts, setting the wine bottle down and starting to get up from the couch just as she places his plate in front of him. "Or you've got it on your own, Stern," he says, laughing softly at the brief, hectic jumble they'd both slipped into.
She'd given him a brief sketch of the menu the day before, when he'd been sent out for wine and those few remaining ingredients, but seeing it all laid out--not to mention smelling it, that rich mix of spices and the faint scent of oil--is a different matter entirely. "It looks delicious," he says, taking note of the faint pink of her cheeks--whether a flush from the heat of the stove, or embarrassment, he doesn't know. "Better than I might do, hosting someone last minute."
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Date: 2019-12-29 05:52 am (UTC)She'd given him a brief sketch of the menu the day before, when he'd been sent out for wine and those few remaining ingredients, but seeing it all laid out--not to mention smelling it, that rich mix of spices and the faint scent of oil--is a different matter entirely. "It looks delicious," he says, taking note of the faint pink of her cheeks--whether a flush from the heat of the stove, or embarrassment, he doesn't know. "Better than I might do, hosting someone last minute."