"He did," Angie said with a grin, reaching over to steal a slice as well. "We were in the workroom at the shop. He was working on some new product and I'd come by to say hello on my way to Quidditch practice. I'd felt that I loved him for a long time, and finally worked up the urge to tell him, but I didn't know how."
Leaning against the counter, Angie closed her eyes a little, and allowed herself to be taken back all those years to that day. "So I wanted up to him, took his hand, and told him that I loved him. He looked at my hand, said 'Thank you,' set my hand down, and went back to working."
She laughed at the memory before shaking herself out of it and turning back to the tart. "I knew what the thank you meant though, so I didn't press the issue. He said it in his own time."