[ There is a running stream of adfsdfjgdj going through Baby's head as he watches Kimberly in his kitchen, looking more nervous than he's seen her. Last time, she'd been the picture of cool and collected; she'd looked unattainable, in some ways, and yet Baby still reached out.
He can do it again. He lets the music he's been playing in the background, the smooth melodies of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell soothing him all the way to his soul. ]
I forget my manners. Can I take your jacket? [ He offers an arm for her to drape it over, taking his own blazer off and setting it on the back of a chair - he feels overdressed now, and he should have known. This is supposed to be casual, and he's made too much of a spectacle of it. He scratches the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. ]
Just need to fry the chicken, and we'll be ready to go.
[ As they stand in his kitchen, though, Baby reaches out - literally, this time - and curls a gentle hand around her upper arm. ]
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He can do it again. He lets the music he's been playing in the background, the smooth melodies of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell soothing him all the way to his soul. ]
I forget my manners. Can I take your jacket? [ He offers an arm for her to drape it over, taking his own blazer off and setting it on the back of a chair - he feels overdressed now, and he should have known. This is supposed to be casual, and he's made too much of a spectacle of it. He scratches the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. ]
Just need to fry the chicken, and we'll be ready to go.
[ As they stand in his kitchen, though, Baby reaches out - literally, this time - and curls a gentle hand around her upper arm. ]
You okay?