How fortunate that Italy was not the most observant of nations. While he noticed that she had gone quiet, he didn't think much of it or wonder if there was any deeper reason to it. She was still grinning, she looked happy to be in his company and that was good enough for him. After all, he was used to friends who didn't talk as much as he did.
As nice as sipping his drink and just looking at Max was, though, he had never been very good at staying quiet for long himself. He pursed his lips and cooed to himself but that only kept him entertained for a moment longer. He edged a bit closer towards her, now that was much nicer.
"I can think of more fun things to do than running laps!" He grinned mischievously. "Like talking to pretty girls! Or cooking... and eating. Oh, I would like to cook for you! I make yummy pasta." Why, yes, he was asking her on a date, though he was barely aware of it.
He taps a finger against his bottom lip and hums to himself, making a big show out of thinking hard about it. "Ve~ whenever you want to see me! Oh! I need a few days to think of a delicious menu!" Well, there will be pasta, that's a given, but finding the best ingredients takes a while. "Planning a nice menu is like painting a picture, you can't rush and you need to put lots and lots of love into it!"
He sips on his wine. "Would you like to have dinner with me on Saturday?" he finally asks and now that he is actually putting it into words, he does sound the tiniest bit bashful. After all, Max hadn't yet said that she would come, she could still refuse.
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As nice as sipping his drink and just looking at Max was, though, he had never been very good at staying quiet for long himself. He pursed his lips and cooed to himself but that only kept him entertained for a moment longer. He edged a bit closer towards her, now that was much nicer.
"I can think of more fun things to do than running laps!" He grinned mischievously. "Like talking to pretty girls! Or cooking... and eating. Oh, I would like to cook for you! I make yummy pasta." Why, yes, he was asking her on a date, though he was barely aware of it.
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He sips on his wine. "Would you like to have dinner with me on Saturday?" he finally asks and now that he is actually putting it into words, he does sound the tiniest bit bashful. After all, Max hadn't yet said that she would come, she could still refuse.
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