Your enthusiasm is refreshing.
Refreshing. Not annoying, not overwhelming, refreshing. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Not a lot of people enjoyed her passionate tendencies. Some would think she was foolish, childish, or just out right strange. Daniel thought it was refreshing. “Thank you,” she grinned. If he was alright with the most essential part of her personality, then it was clear that they’d get a long just fine.
Ali didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, that wasn’t why she asked. It was an innocent question, but the way he’d reacted,it helped her draw a picture as to why he didn’t drink anymore. Alcohol probably brought out sides of him that he wasn’t too fond of. He probably wasn’t a happy drunk like Ali was— the opposite in fact.
She recalled her stepfather coming home late after one too may drinks at the bar with his pals, how he’d immediately start with his bitter words and unreasonable rages, and she tried her best not to picture Daniel being like that. She didn’t want to think of him in that way, but even if that was who he was, he was different now and that’s all that mattered. He saw that it was problem and he was fixing it, and that was enough to convince her that he wasn’t anything like her stepfather.
Ali inspected the drawing, a bit proud of her work considering she was pressed for time, not to mention the fact that he was working and it wasn’t as if he were standing still like an ideal model should’ve been. The only time she came out with half decent drawings of things that moved, was when she drew it from memory, as was Daniel’s case. She’d only talked to him a for a short amount of time, but for some reason it was easy to recall certain facial features when she didn’t have a good angle and she figured it was because… well he just had one of those faces— not that she knew what “one of those faces” was. His familiarity was hardly anything Ali worried too much about, because logically speaking, she knew there was no way she could’ve known him before. There was only one Daniel she’d ever met before, and that was Hannah’s ex boyfriend in high school.
The buzzer snapped her out of her focus, and she had to take a second to process his question. “Oh, yeah. Yeah I’ll just come with you then,” she smiled, carefully setting the drawing back down and getting up from her seat. She didn’t like staying alone, it was just one of those weird things about her, so if she could avoid it she would. Ali followed him to the kitchen, deciding to take her glass with her since, from there, they’d probably go straight to the table. “Let’s see what you got cooking there Bobby Flay.” She took in a deep breath, her eyes rolling back as she savored the delicious scent of food with a pleased sigh. “So glad I didn’t eat anything before coming here. Ugh, don’t be grossed out if I eat every last bit of your food, okay? I promise, if this were a date, I would’ve been more lady like.”
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