A Poop * k8 *
Did David know all of his mannerisms were adorable? Jessica wasn't sure he even realized he was doing the things he was doing. His red face, his fingers on his lips...it all made her want to smirk. But she merely mixed her salad up with some dressing with her fork and winked at him.
Oh.
Oh oh oh oh.
He was...asking her to...be official....and the thought of it happening here, in the food court of the Ministry of Magic where they both worked, made her laugh. Not that she thought it was a bad decision! It wasn't. This was, after all, how they had managed to get so close. It was just such a David Truebridge thing to do. And Jessica couldn't stifle the chuckle into her hands. "Of course, David," she said simply, shaking her head at his stuttering and eating a bite of her salad. She crunched to herself, watching him with amusement. "You got yourself all worked up, didn't you." The sly way her lips spoke the words meant she was amused by the effect she had had on him as well as enjoying just how adorable his behavior was. As intellectual as David was, bless him, he still got nervous about things like this. Things involved with ~romance. "Let me repeat. Of course. And your gift has me quite smitten, good sir," she patted the pot gently before taking another forkful of salad lettuce. "To celebrate, you should come by after we get off today. My brother won't be home again." David should take that for what it was.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |