continued from winter's open starter (@sunliights)
utterly confused, winter continued to look at the bouquet like it was a foreign object. maybe explosive. obviously, both of them were expecting two separate outcomes that evening. she’d expected, at best, a decent makeout turned handsy. at worst? boring small talk over wine and crackers. she hadn’t expected someone showing up with heartfelt intentions and botanicals. still, she didn’t flinch. not even when she stood half-naked in a silk robe with absolutely no bra on. "i guess you could say that," she muttered in response. what exactly do you call this if not old-fashioned? she thought, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "look, you’re fine, i’m fine," she said, turning her head to half-heartedly confirm that her living area was presentable. "if i’d known this was, like, a date-date," she emphasized, "i would’ve worn actual clothes." she frowned slightly as some guilt began to creep in. "do you want some coffee?" winter asked suddenly, pushing open the door, stepping aside so her date could enter.