tamaracorine
But tonight, we dance.
She couldn't help but smile at him. His awkwardness was endearing. She handed him a knife, "Can you chop up the tomato and other vegetables? Nice and small so that it's easy to put onto the pizza..." she looked up at him, "And uh, sorry. I didn't think before calling you 'babe'... won't happen again. Too early for pet names..."