There’s no sport in trying to fluster someone when they’re so naïve and so innocent that they’re completely unaware of what’s going on. He nearly chokes on his bite of the sandwich and pulls away, fumbling for one of the napkins to cover his mouth, too panicked at how he could further embarrass himself than to feel horror at how hygienic it might be. He has to force himself to swallow down one large and painful bite and wait a few more seconds when he can finally breathe before he trusts himself to speak. The first attempt comes out hoarse like he’s swallowed broken glass and for the first time since the waitress had brought the water, he takes several large gulps until finally, he feels like he’s not going to pass out.
“You do this on purpose, don’t you?”
He’s not even sure why he’s bothering with the accusation since he knows how it’ll play out, with her continuing to remain oblivious. He dabs at his mouth with the napkin, more to hide his amusement than to wipe away the last remnants of the sandwich. He should be irritated at how he’s made a fool of himself and yet there’s nothing but this wonderful contentment that sits light in his chest. She’s given so much to him, not just the food but the joy and pleasure of the experience. This is a girl brimming with so much joy that it spreads from her to him and he can no longer fight that battle of remaining composed. He smiles, laughter in his heart.
“Yes, I liked it. You can order me one if you want and you can half of what I get so you don’t feel guilty about stealing off my plate.”
Delia watched him choke and embarrass himself over the whole situation. She wasn’t naive enough to not be able to catch what he was trying to do, yet she truly believed he wouldn’t fake he liked the meal (for mostly it was a really good one, even for someone who’d usually live in such cold conditions of being raised within so much --- and possibly not at all at the same time). Giovanni hasn’t had small pleasures of life like that, had he? Of being able to sit down, do nothing, worry little, smile for the simplest reasons; appreciate the sky, the nature, try something new. This was her life, Delia wanted to share it with the man she fell in love with.
Her laughter was evident once he tried to recover from his own mess, elbows now resting over the table while the girl still leaned forward with half her torso weight -- they were still close.
Slowly the laughter ceased, giving its place to a warm smile; amber eyes fixed on his face, catching every detail of it. She could never forget him. His smile, the way he tried to approach and make her day better. He even tried now -- he tried really hard to be somewhere he didn’t want to, he tried to play with her, and now please her. This all lead to Delia propel herself forward. It was quick, when her lips touched his without caring on where they were -- in a public place or if it was improper. She didn’t care when she could feel how soft his lips were, and when she was able just now to show Giovanni at least a little bit of love. How good it was to be there right now.
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