"I'm sorry I was such a jerk."
"No need to apologize, you weren't one." She shrugged, waving it off before taking her glass of wine from the table, and you narrowed your eyes at her, finding nothing but sincerity.
"You're way too forgiving." You mumbled and she had a ghost of a smile.
"You're way too hard on yourself."
"Touché."
She giggled behind her glass and you smiled tiredly, something she didn't miss, so she started wiping her hands.
"I'll clean up, why don't you get ready for bed."
"Nope, no way," You got up when she did, taking the plates before she could and bringing them over to the sink, "You're the guest, so act like it."
"I um," She fidgeted with the hem of her sweater as she stood there uncomfortably, "I don't know how."
"Okay," You nodded and when you turned around, she looked relieved that you weren't judging her for it, which made your heart melt, "Well, you could relax in the living room and maybe find a movie for us to watch or you could take the ice cream out of the freezer to thaw so that when I'm done with these, we can eat it."
"I like that last idea just a bit better." She smiled widely and smiled back softly, finding it adorable.
Fuck hating feelings, you were hardcore into her and who wouldn't be?
You finished up the dishes pretty quickly and it was a lot faster than it would've been thanks to her drying them after she left the pint out on the counter.
"What uh," You were trying to focus, but her hands kept brushing yours every time you handed her something to dry, which was only a handful of times, but still, "What flavor did you pick?"
"Chocolate caramel cookie dough," She told you proudly, never having had that kind before, "You sure picked out some interesting choices."
"I wanted to have the americone dream one in case Steve ever stops by." You smirked and she chuckled, but then she stopped short right before she asked something that surprised you.
"Do you...like Steve?"
"I've only known him for a bit, but he kinda reminds me of a responsible big bother."
"And you've known Sam for a while?"
The question had you stifling a laugh, now realizing what she was trying to get at, but you decided to play dumb and see how long it took for her to straight out ask.
The two of you had finished with the dishes and you pulled out two spoons, handing her one.
"I have," You nodded, taking a scoop and passing her the pint as the two of you leaned back against the counter, "He's a really good guy," You continued, and she hummed in agreement as she ate the ice cream, so you pushed it a bit further to get a better reaction, "Handsome too."
She immediately frowned with furrowed eyebrows like she had been so sure of something and you had just proven her wrong with that one statement which made you want to laugh, but you kept a stoic expression.
"Yeah, I guess." She slowly nodded and her voice alone had you giving up on teasing her because it sounded truly hurt.
"But he's not my type, so." You shrugged and she perked up, raising her eyebrows as she turned to you a bit.
"Why not?" She asked, sounding so innocent, and you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, wondering why this all-powerful witch seemed to be so much shyer and more oblivious around you sometimes.
