Donny flipped the last pancake, added it to the stack, and joined her at the table. They filled plates and ate contentedly, smiling at one another. This feels so right, she thought as she reached for the syrup, and the thought completely unnerved her. She’d never expected to get close to anyone. Unconsciously she scowled as she cut another bite off her stack.
“Wow. Are they that bad?” he asked, eyes twinkling.
“What?” she responded, breaking out of her reverie, completely confused.
“That face you’re making,” he told her. “That is not a happy face at all. Something wrong?”
“Oh. Um... sorry,” she chuckled, a little self-consciously.
“Seriously, you okay?”
“Well... it’s... I... I don’t know how to describe it,” she admitted.
“Just say what’s on your mind. Maybe I can help.”
“Okay,” sh
