[ he beams, and his face— quite literally— glows. with his eyes shaped into crescents, smile toothy and nearly smug as he takes notice of the pink hue dusted on her pretty little cheeks, he offers a confirming nod; as if he wholeheartedly believes he’s got skills with the way she looks at him playfully but sincerely and how her voice chimes in this gorgeously shy laugh. it’s no doubt his chest swells with pride, ego quenched, a newly found confidence around her in the aura he’s emitting. ] If little miss florist wants. It can be like a live cooking show, minus the camera crew and television personality and… celebrity chef status, but we can make it work.
⊰❀⊱⇝ /she nearly rolls her eyes at the nickname, but she decides to let it slide and to allow herself to continued to be charmed by him. the happy glow he gains with each exchange of their playful banter makes him all the more gorgeous in her sight- though she'll never outright tell him as much. she intends to keep the wide, confident smile on his face, instead; a live show? hm, that's what i was hoping for, actually. i'd really love to watch and maybe learn a bit. i can't cook... or well, i never really learned. my life was devoid of a role model to teach me such things.













