Hestia felt her stomach flip when Charlie's eyes looked her up and down like that and her cheeks went pink at his compliment. He was just saying that because he was her friend. And he thought highly of her. Right? Hestia took another drink and stayed a few feet away from him. "I don't know. Chinese. Pizza. Chips. And I don't need to learn how to cook."
While he was busy looking through her fridge, Hestia watched him. Knowing she had a thing for him had been hard enough to accept. But now there was a chance he knew and that couldn't possibly be a good thing. Her leftovers were crammed into the fridge and when one container fell out and onto the floor, Hestia didn't even blink. "I'll get a towel," she said and opened up a hallway closet to grab an old dishrag.