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Post by Skatie on May 26, 2018 20:43:16 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said softly, smiling at what she perceived as a compliment. Though she didn't necessarily consider baking a hobby, she supposed it was that just as much as it was her career. For perhaps the first time in a very long time, she had no doubt that Galen's intentions in calling it a hobby was not to belittle her. She somehow just knew that he had meant it kindly. She was still lingering on that curious confidence in his character when he spoke again.
Her heart skipped. It took her a moment of introspection to come to the conclusion that if he were referring to coming by the Flour Shoppe, he would have worded his question far more clearly. He had already told her he would be sure to come in and taste some of her favorite things, so this had to be something else. Or maybe she was being incredibly hopeful. She took a breath, the smile still lingering at her lips, and pieced together a response as carefully as she could.
"I'd like that very much," she admitted in a soft tone. "I could...I could make you dinner, too... if you wanted?" Poppy's heart was racing to have suggested making it a proper date. At her own home, no less, or so she had meant to imply. What if she'd misread him? What if she let her hopes carry her away? She had never, not once, asked a man on a date. Gracious, she was nervous he'd think her forward.
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Post by nagana on May 30, 2018 18:04:20 GMT -5
Galen felt his heart skip a little bit when she offered to make him dinner and a small smile appeared on his lips. Not only had she accepted his offer of meeting again sometime, she had gone the extra step in initiating an additional activity for them to share. He felt a little bit nervous at the idea of actually going through with this--he didn't really have much time to focus on growing new relationships nowadays, and this was the first time in a long time that he actually felt that risk associated with the potential for failure in living up to perceived expectations in relationship development. For a moment, this anxiety filled his stomach as he considered the fact that he could be walking into something that could leave him very hurt or disappointed. He had been doing fine on his own for some time; why roll the dice on a relationship that could possibly fail?
He shoved these rationalizations for playing it safe down almost as quickly as they had arrived. There was no denying he was extremely attracted to the idea of spending more time with her and getting to know her, and he knew he was going to go through with it despite what his overly logical brain may be telling him. He swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and gave her a large grin.
"That depends," he said playfully. "Know any good recipes?" He gave her another one of his winks while simultaneously flagging down the waitress for the check. As much as he was enjoying spending time with Poppy, his break was coming to a close and he needed to return to the hospital. "I'm free this Saturday," he mentioned as casually as possible, "If that's a good day for you."
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Post by Skatie on May 31, 2018 10:19:16 GMT -5
What Galen didn't know was that Poppy had never dated. She had never pursued a relationship before, not even remotely. She was outwardly composed (unless you counted her pink cheeks as non-composed), but on the inside she was a tangle of nerves and dread that he hadn't been meaning to ask her on a date. She was absolutely terrible at identifying when someone was flirting as opposed to just being kind. She didn't know what had caused her to be so forward and in the space of time it took him to swallow, she was questioning everything.
"Oh," she said, a fluttering in her stomach. "I...well, is there anything you don't like? Or...allergies?" Poppy had plenty of recipes she could showcase for him, but wouldn't it just be her luck to make the one thing he hated or cause him some terrible allergic reaction? "And...and Saturday is good. Just name the time?"
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Post by nagana on Jun 3, 2018 19:34:25 GMT -5
The waitress brought over the checks as Poppy replied and Galen slid some coins onto the table to pay for his food. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him he had but a few moments before he would need to Apparate back to work. What an adventure this day had been compared to his others! He marveled at the fact that a simple choice to get out of the hospital placed him here with this gorgeous girl: a happening that would have never occurred had he stayed holed up with his corned beef sandwich.
"Ahh, it'd be hard to find a food I wouldn't eat," he said playfully. "Let's say 7 o'clock on Saturday?" feeling a flutter in his stomach, he pulled his copy of his receipt closer to himself and produced a bent quill from his pocket. He jotted down his address and pushed the paper over to her, unable to keep the huge smile off of his face. "Send me an owl to let me know what I should bring, yeah?" He stood slowly and offered his hand for Poppy to take. "It was a pleasure meeting you today, love. I'll be looking quite forward to our next engagement." He bent down and placed a small kiss on her fingers. With a final look into her beautiful blue eyes, he stood and twisted on the spot to Apparate back to his office.
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