AVA POV.
“You’re unbelievable.” A small laugh escaped me.
“I know.” He smiled.
“But admit it.” I paused, staring at him.
He looked around proudly before responding. “It’s romantic.”
I looked around too, lingering my gaze from the flickering candlelights , to the homemade dinner steak I was from preheating, then to our tiny apartment that suddenly felt warmer than it had in weeks then back at him.
“…It is.” I whispered out.
And his smile grew even wider.
We settled into our chairs and quietly began eating but for several minutes, neither of us spoke and the only sounds were the soft clinking of cutlery against our plates and the crackle of the candle flames.
Silently, I kept my attention on my food, looking anywhere but him because every time I even considered looking into
