( maybe, at first, she didn't entirely realize who the bundle was for. the roses looked lovely, and she found herself trailing her fingertips along the petals of the opened blossoms, as she admired them.
but then, once the smell of the pancake hit here, she knew there that there could be no other source to the spices that singed her nostrils— other than alphen. )
He did this... for me?
( the things he did still amazed her sometimes, in all the worst, and best ways. sitting down, she inhaled again, and despite the warning signs anyone else might have followed considering the chef... her stomach rumbles, as she digs in, with a blazing bright smile. )
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but then, once the smell of the pancake hit here, she knew there that there could be no other source to the spices that singed her nostrils— other than alphen. )
He did this... for me?
( the things he did still amazed her sometimes, in all the worst, and best ways. sitting down, she inhaled again, and despite the warning signs anyone else might have followed considering the chef... her stomach rumbles, as she digs in, with a blazing bright smile. )