When Vernon "Cooks" (1/1)

"Wow, you look great."“Do I?” she replied skeptically, thumbing the hem of her plain t-shirt and joggers. Toeing off her shoes, she stepped inside his surprisingly clean living room.“Well for our first sit-down dinner, the dress code is casual.” and he pulled open her chair, which was really just a flattened pillow cushion under their low coffee table. She eyed the way he looked up from where he was fluffing the navy pillow, peeking at her through his lashes. He swallowed, and instinctively fixed the carmine fringe out of nervousness, a habit he’d never grow out of. “Your chair, milady.”Happily obliging, she criss-crossed her legs, admiring the nearly perfect table setting and scented candles that clearly did not belong to him. Vanilla-scented, she noted, staring wistfully at the candy-colored wax. “Maybe I should’ve dressed nicer, considering this is the first meal you've ever cooked.”He merely smiled, and left to get their meal.