Eisen smirked when Lexie got as excited as she did about setting the table. “I trust you. You’re putting your trust in me as far as flashcard holding goes, so table-setting? That’s all you, girl,” he chuckled softly and watched as she navigated her way around his apartment seemingly effortlessly. He was about to tell her where the napkins were when he noticed that he’d lost sight of her, and in the next moment, he turned his head, and there she was, looking over his shoulder. Right there. All sweet-smelling hair and innocent smiles and either cruelly aware or innocently unaware of exactly what she was doing to him. He just barely turned his head, his heart pattering a little quicker in his chest as he looked at her. “Hey,” he smirked, pretending to snap at her. Of course, she could easily hear how serious he actually was. “No peeking!”
He chuckled when she told him that he had a detail oriented memory and turned to look at her as she folded the napkins. “I have a detail oriented memory? Says the girl folding my plain napkins into...what are you folding them into?” his smile was genuine; Lexie’s excitement was definitely contagious. I missed your smile. Your real smile, not just the smile you wore to try and convince me that you were okay.
Laughing when she asked him for something else to do, he turned and dipped the spoon into the mixture, turning around and holding it out to her. “Sure, Miss Eager Beaver. You can be my official taste tester,” he half-smiled, knowing that she’d be more than willing to do that. “Now, this is a very important job, and I want you to take it very seriously. The only one to ever hold this particular position before was one Rory Spinelli, and even he didn’t have the chef holding the spoon. So...count yourself special, Missy.”