Dove felt her heart in a sweet way, that was not very easily describable. She bit her lips slightly, before she cleared her throat, and then averting her gaze, said, "You should have eaten. There is no need for waiting until this late."
Dante turned his head to look at her, and when he saw her averting gaze, and pink cheeks, as if she did not know where to keep her hands and feet, or where to look.
Dante chuckled, and he titled his head to the side, nodding his head, "Sure, we can see about that." And he winked, making her face gain more colour.
And before Dove could say anything else, Dante pulled out a chair, gesturing her to sit. Dove pursed her lips, huffing and murmured, "Such a flirt. So annoying."
And thus, both of them ate their lunch, sharing a comfortable silence. It was a moment of comfort and peace.
