The Interview

Muffins

Ellen's POV

He was still holding me in his arms and I never wanted it to end. I slowly felt like all the little broken pieces put together, one by one, and with every minute, I felt stronger.

"El, I know I sound really childish and I don't want to break this moment... however, I hope there will be many of them again, but... can we have the breakfast now?" I couldn't help myself but started to laugh again.

"Sure, we can. There is nothing stopping us this time. I promise." I smiled and pulled away from him, already regretting leaving him. I watched him picking up the blanket and a big box of muffins and some drinks. I went to him to help him and we met half way. He gave me the blanket and when our hands touched, my heart stopped beating and I swear the world stopped turning for a moment. I was sure he felt the electricity, too, by the look on his face but we continued playing it cool, pretending that nothing had happened.

I carefully chose the right spot and I put the blanket on the ground. I made three rounds around it just to make sure it is perfect while Patrick put the box and drinks on the blanket. I watched him as he sat down on the blanket and I hesitated for a while where the hell I am supposed to sit down. Think, Ellen, you can't sit next to him, that's too close. If you sit opposite him, he will stare at you all the time... 

"El?" I was brought back to Earth by his soft voice with a little hint of smile. "Why don't you just sit down next to me? I won't bite you or your muffin, I promise." He smiled. "Not so sure about you but the muffin for sure." He extended his hand towards me and I didn't hesitate and took it. He guided me next to him but still leaving a little space between us.

He took the box with muffins and offered me. I took the smaller one. I haven't realized it but I was hungry, too. I gladly took the first bite and groan in pleasure.

"Oh dear, this is amazing!" I said while licking the chocolate from my fingers.

"It truly is, I can tell..." Patrick looked at me with what seemed like a hunger in his eyes. I tried to smile but I realized I had chocolate all over my mouth so I covered it and laughed.

"Patrick Galen Dempsey, stop it!" I laughed even harder. I watched him take his muffin and bite it. I watched his soft lips now full of chocolate and it made me remember all the times I had kissed him.

"See something you like?" He caught me off guard and I felt my cheeks blushing. I immediately looked away.

"Yeah, sure... I like your muffin. Looks more delicious than mine. That's for sure." I tried to play it cool and very professional. You're so screwed!  

"And it's all mine. No bites for you, Ellen, not a single one!" He was teasing me and I was laughing hard. My smile was slowly fading away as I realized that this is exactly what I've been missing since day one we stopped talking to each other. That I've missed him.