lookma-nohans:
She was talking. That much Hans knew. What she was saying, however, was a little lost as her beauty all but punched him in the face. She was right about her outfit: he was absolutely tongue tied.
He was aware she was asking him a question, but he couldn’t for the life of him, remember what it was. Instead, he gestured in front of him, without words. “I… look beautiful,” he murmured and then quickly shook his head in amendment. “You look beautiful. I am an idiot.” He held out the flowers as his brain caught up with her words and he chuckled and ran his free hand through his hair. “Let’s head out,” he suggested. “Is it wrong if I say I want to show you off?”
His reaction reminded her of one thing she enjoyed about him. She was getting to an age where it was harder to truly surprise a man, to leave him tongue tied, to spark the feelings that came with an unpolished ability to trip over a compliment. He was unabashedly different, a little clumsy, but she trusted it was sincere more than she ever trusted poise and confidence. A slow smile spread over her face as she took the flowers.
“Thank you for these,” she began. “Come in while I get them set up and then we can leave.” She moved aside to open the door a little more and allow him entrance. “I think what you mean is you want to be seen with me. It’s a little objectifying but, you know, I did this on purpose. Being seen is okay.”
Originally posted by thecambridgees













