as he chews, letting out a pleased little hum before swallowing.
“I don’t think I’d ever gotten beef proper here— Good to know they cook it as well as they do the fish.
I have to say Gloria, I’m impressed.”
Bede’s sturdy gaze shakes a little when Gloria eats from his utensil so slowly; feeling the tension the connection creates in his wrist as she pulls away. Her pleased exclamation puts him at ease though, pulling away to begin eating proper when she meets him with the exact same
mad.
Leaning forward slightly, Bede keeps his eyes on Gloria as he bites down on the food she hovered in front of him. While it was clear he was trying to put on some kind of show… the taste catches him off guard!
Eyebrows raising, he pulls back, taking the cutlet into his
Bede choked a little at the taste that lingered in his throat when Gloria listed off everything she ordered. Practically three whole bloody meals!
“To… split between the two of us, I imagine?” He asked, the faint pink on his cheeks growing. Before Gloria could answer however,
delicious, at that.
“I’m not sure where to start…” Unrolling his silverware, laying the cloth in his lap before scooping some of the mash. Bringing it up to his lips, he gently blew at the steam coming off of it… before catching Gloria in his gaze.
With a turn of the wrist,
Bede’s gaze was quick to raise when she began speaking, meticulously taking in each word. He was relieved to see she understood— and actually opened up back to him. Breathing slowly, he would close his eyes…
Before taking her mug with the swipe of his arm, taking a long sip
our banter.”
Cheeks burned, reddened and frustrated. She took a breath in, then out.
“Can we try again? I don’t want the night to go sour. I…want to be such good company, that you don’t ever think about the Chairman when you come here again!”
Pushing it back to her, Bede’s own cheeks now a proper pink, he nodded before finally speaking.
“There’s the Gloria I know.” He mused at her confidence, a smile curling onto his lips. “If anything though, I should apologize. I’m your host, am I not?”
For a moment, he just
Bede shoots Gloria a look when she makes the statement about being ‘not pleasant enough.’ Pupils shrunk, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted, it was a wordless mix of confusion and shock that told her that that’s not what he was getting at in the slightest.
But… he
it. Just meant that it wasn’t to my taste. Thought that’d make for interesting conversation.” He spoke flatly, gaze trickling downwards to the drink in her hand, looking at his own warped reflection that stared back in the glass. Eugh.
“I invited you here because — believe it or