Tina could feel her chest tighten at his words, she wanted to know when they could come over for dinner. Her in-laws wanted to know, she got goosebumps at those words. Were they because she was excited or was it because her stomach had bottomed out, and she was feeling sick.
Thankfully he asked about helping finish cooking, she found herself nodding quickly. "Yes, I'd love to. I'm not very good, so you may need to help me," she said it with the slightest pout, finally moving out of his reach so that she could look at the stove. "How much is left?" she asked curiously, arms reaching behind her, reaching for his wrists, pulling them around her middle. "It smells so good, I don't think I've ever had the.. That one," she said, pointing towards the pastelon.