Cafe au lait. [ leo totally bombs the french--when he says it, he's making fun of her, a high pitched imitation. ] Café con leche, solecita. Cafe con leche.
[ it's not like leo thinks that it's cute, or anything. why would he think that? it's not like leo likes the way her mouth sounds when it forms the phrase, the way it looks coming off of her cute, pink lips, the way her cheeks flush from the cold when she's just come in from the chill of the fall outside.
but he smiles, anyway, and reaches for the espresso machine--leo had already started making her drink, from the moment she walked in the door, when leo's stopped by the cake. his brown eyes get wide, and he looks down at it, and then back up at calypso. ] Whoa--¿en serio? ¿Por mi? [ the childish delight shows on his face clear as daylight, for just a moment, then leo pauses, reigns it back in--his tanned cheeks flush just a little. ] Ahm--no puedo comer eso, sabés que vender nuestros dulces propios.
Pero, lo comeré, sí no estás metido en lío. [ because leo is a kind soul, really, that's all. it's not because he thinks calypso's cute. he stares at the dessert for a minute...because he doesn't really know how to eat it, it looks so good. holding up a finger-- ] Un ratito. [ before going to make her coffee, trying to calm the thrumming of his heart in his chest by focusing on his work, jittering just a little bit. leo's always liked pretty girls, but calypso...calypso is so different.
he presents her with her coffee in a pretty white cup a moment later, pulling out a spoon and staring at the creme brulee. it becomes very, very obvious that he has no idea how to eat this properly. ]
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[ it's not like leo thinks that it's cute, or anything. why would he think that? it's not like leo likes the way her mouth sounds when it forms the phrase, the way it looks coming off of her cute, pink lips, the way her cheeks flush from the cold when she's just come in from the chill of the fall outside.
but he smiles, anyway, and reaches for the espresso machine--leo had already started making her drink, from the moment she walked in the door, when leo's stopped by the cake. his brown eyes get wide, and he looks down at it, and then back up at calypso. ] Whoa--¿en serio? ¿Por mi? [ the childish delight shows on his face clear as daylight, for just a moment, then leo pauses, reigns it back in--his tanned cheeks flush just a little. ] Ahm--no puedo comer eso, sabés que vender nuestros dulces propios.
Pero, lo comeré, sí no estás metido en lío. [ because leo is a kind soul, really, that's all. it's not because he thinks calypso's cute. he stares at the dessert for a minute...because he doesn't really know how to eat it, it looks so good. holding up a finger-- ] Un ratito. [ before going to make her coffee, trying to calm the thrumming of his heart in his chest by focusing on his work, jittering just a little bit. leo's always liked pretty girls, but calypso...calypso is so different.
he presents her with her coffee in a pretty white cup a moment later, pulling out a spoon and staring at the creme brulee. it becomes very, very obvious that he has no idea how to eat this properly. ]