"This looks amazing", Amy beamed at the plate of pasta Zach had served her.
The man had prayer hands pressed to his lips as he watched in anticipation. Everything related to Amy always made him nervous even if it's as simple as watching her try a dish he made. She took a fork and twirled it in the dish before eating it.
Zach watched her chew before her eyes lit up.
"Oh!" She shielded her mouth with a hand. "This is good!"
"Really?"
She nodded a little vigorously as she continued to chew. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the counter and brought his face inches away from hers.
"Let me have a taste", he said deliberately lowering his voice.
