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Robyn's POV

"Everything okay?" I asked Chris as he walked back into kitchen, I served the pasta onto two plates already.

"Yeah yeah everything's fine, here go sit down I'll finish it."

I listen to what he says and sit down at the neatly decorated table. It looks so romantic tonight, the lights were dimmed on this part of the kitchen so it was very intimate.

Chris came over with a match to light the candles around us, then came back with our two plates, then drinks.

I smiled as he sat down in front of me. "This is beautiful, Chris."

"Just wanted to do something a little romantic since everything has been really crazy for us lately. So now we can just chill, and talk." He told me.

I blushed a little but thank goodness it was dark.

"I love it when you blush." He said.

I rolled me eyes, fuck he noticed.

A few minutes later we somehow just got into telling each other some of our scary stories.

"Alright shut up shut up!" I told him quickly as his story was started to become worse by the second.

He laughed, clapping his hands in amusement, "you're such a punk that wasn't even the scariest part!"

"It's too dark to talk about that!"

"You want me to turn the lights up more?"

"No" I replied. "It's romantic." I told him.

"Alright then stop complaining." He said jokingly.

He placed his hand over mine and rubbed it. I moved my feet in between his just like the last time. It just felt comfortable.

He grabbed a noddle and put one end in between his lips and lifted the other side so I can do the same.

"Oh this is why you made pasta?" I asked and nodded trying not to move too much.

I grabbed the other end but it kept slipping or breaking every time we tried so we gave up, laughing.

"Damn no kiss for you tonight"

"We'll see." I said teasing.

"So, do you have any siblings?" He asked.

"Three brothers and two sisters."

"Oh shit you seem like an only child"

"Should I be offended?"

"No no" he laughed, "you just take good care of yourself like you only ever had yourself to care about. And if that came out wrong then sorry in advance, I just like the way you carry yourself."

"I get it, thank you" I smiled.
We asked the simple things, favorite movies, songs, artists. I just wanted to ask him every single question I've ever had about him. But I didn't want to push the limit.

"This food was actually really, really good." I said after we finished our meals.

My eyes dropped a little, "are you full?" He asked.

"Yes I ate everything! I'm telling you, it was that good!" I told him laughing, I hardly ever finish all of the food.

He got up, collecting both of our plates and kissed my forehead, "I'm glad you liked it."