And he cooks? "Oh my God, I'm going to have to keep you, Baby," she says, only half-joking. "You're a gentleman and you cook? Be still, my heart," she laughs. "I cook for myself a lot, too, at home...but here, I've been going out more than I probably should. I need to get back in the habit of cooking," she adds, sobering a little as she looks over at him.
He doesn't seem to hesitate, but it takes him a beat to respond, making Lydia wonder whether he's uncertain of his answer or of what she's actually asking, the latter of which is totally fair.
With a little nod at his response and a small smile, Lydia finally looks ahead again, out the windshield as he drives. "Good, do you want to go out or stay in for it?" Another question to test the waters. "I have a coffee maker, but it doesn't make anything fancy," she adds, perhaps for more clarification.
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He doesn't seem to hesitate, but it takes him a beat to respond, making Lydia wonder whether he's uncertain of his answer or of what she's actually asking, the latter of which is totally fair.
With a little nod at his response and a small smile, Lydia finally looks ahead again, out the windshield as he drives. "Good, do you want to go out or stay in for it?" Another question to test the waters. "I have a coffee maker, but it doesn't make anything fancy," she adds, perhaps for more clarification.