She stands perfectly still, just staring for at least a minute, unable to come up with anything to say. It's wonderful? Lovely? Perfect? That he's sweet or thoughtful or had to have been planning this for days? It's all jumbled up and she can't quite believe that he's gone to this much trouble for her.
For them.
"I don't know. We always did do well with leftover pizza," she says, and then regrets it. Quickly, she turns to him, her smile wide with amazement. "I love it. Thank you."
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She stands perfectly still, just staring for at least a minute, unable to come up with anything to say. It's wonderful? Lovely? Perfect? That he's sweet or thoughtful or had to have been planning this for days? It's all jumbled up and she can't quite believe that he's gone to this much trouble for her.
For them.
"I don't know. We always did do well with leftover pizza," she says, and then regrets it. Quickly, she turns to him, her smile wide with amazement. "I love it. Thank you."