Michael's eyes widened in amazement.
"I wish I had known all along which buttons were the right ones to press," he teased with a smile.
"Better later than never," she said and dabbed a napkin on the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah," he nodded thoughtfully. "That was really nice to hear,by the way."
"I know," she responded in a low tone. Thinking about how easy it's gotten for her to open up and let him in. On both her thoughts and emotions.
"I want to sit here and tell you how much you mean to me, all day." His hand slowly caressed her chin. "But unfortunately we're on a race against time." He got off the stool, eyes still on hers.
There was something in them this morning.
A bit of sadness, longing and warmth.
She was relieved to see that the spark that he always has was still there.
