Hope didn’t think his flirting and gazing were something that he reserved to her (she was not that special). That was just part of who he was and she honestly thought he wasn’t even aware of that effect on her, particularly on her. He certainly knew on the other girl, but Hope was just his fried. If he knew, he was an asshole and he never thought that he could just treat her that poorly. She wondered what he would say if she told him, then neither of them would be able to pretend it didn’t exist, but she just couldn’t tell. She wouldn’t even know where to start. As quick as she switched the topic, Nick was able to embarrass her ─ as usual. “You don’t have a gut,” she felt her cheeks burning, “and don’t say that, you have a date every other day.” She wonder if he could her the resentment as she felt.
She glanced over her shoulder to see what Nick was doing, unsure what she would do with so much food. “We should put the table.”She suggested, finishing the dough to put the tart in the oven, before she cleaned her hands on the apron. “It might have gotten here that idea…” She laughed. Neither Charlotter or Makenna seemed to have the most normal ideas of what parenting was, always doing extravagant things. “I think my mom was trying to rent a jet on her name just the other day.” At his question, she dropped her shoulders. Last time she had given him a lame excuse when in fact Hope didn’t like the flashes, the lights and the attention ─ and also to watch Nick parading with a new woman that he always takes to these sort of events.
Looking away not to give in, she shook her head. Hope would do about anything that he wanted if he looked into her eyes. “I── I don’t know, Nick,” Hope shrugged one shoulder. She didn’t need to see him and a new date so close, even if she knew that the girl of the week wouldn’t last. On the other hand, if there wasn’t a date, she didn’t need to be pegged as his new affair (because she wouldn’t be able not to blush). In the end, she didn’t know what that invitation implied ─ would they be going together or not? Should she ask him? Hence why it seemed easier just run. “Aren’t one too many people there already?”
“Yeah , well, I’l get one if I keep eating all this every day. Is that your plan -- fatten me up so you can stick me in the oven next?” He joked, doing as she said and setting the food out over the long table. He could hear her brothers in the hall faintly arguing about something -- knowing them, a sports game. He could see Hee-Jin breeze past Priya on the stairs, a book in front of the latter’s face while the other told her to watch where she was going. He really loved how lively their house was when everyone was home. They were his family too, but he’d always felt a little different with Hope. Even though he worried in the back of his mind that Priya would take a tumble if she didn’t lower her book, he could only focus on Hope. She looked like someone’s ideal home-maker of a wife, cooking and baking and trying to keep everyone together through food. He really thought too much about her, but the worst thought was the truest -- that she was way too good for him.
He only had a brief moment to chuckle at the idea of Kenna trying to get a jet when Hope turned him down again. He could only sigh at her explanation, knowing that there had to be a real reason she never came to see his films. “Hope... Really? We’re a big family and there’s going to be tons of people there anyway -- it’s an event. You more than anyone knows her way around them the way your dad loves to throw parties over everything. Besides, it’s a big night for me and it means a lot when the people I care about are there with me to support me. I swear, it almost feels like you don’t sometimes...” He sighed heavily as he put the tray down and turned back to her. “ Do you...? Support what I do, I mean. I mean, you never come to openings, I never hear any feed back about my films -- do you even watch them?”
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