She grabs her napkin to gently wipe the corners of her mouth. "I don't think the pink icing is a good idea." She sheepishly says, averting her eyes from his in a timid manner.
He reaches out to grab her hand, smoothening his thumb over hers, "It's okay, you can be honest. I'm not a big fan of it either."
She looks up with a small smile and breathes out a giggle. "I mean I do like it, but I prefer you pick since any color would look good." the wind kicks up her soft frizzy hair and his handsome curls, She gasps "Oh! Except dark colors.. I mean unless if you really want it."
The man shrugs. He takes one last bite out of his garlic bread. "Well, I'll have to see it in person. You ready?" The sun beamed on them, and warmth bathed their smiles.
