"Yeah, London's home, actually. I live 'round Notting Hill," Jasper murmured, ducking his head to keep from staring at Bianca's entirely too distracting - and adorable - blush. "Been a bit scarce, though. I've been, uh, busy. Recording and stuff." And writing. He was nearly halfway through the first draft of his next novel. But only he and his editor knew that.
Searching for something more to say, he glanced at her trolley and was actually suddenly very curious. "Are you planning on baking something?" Jasper asked, looking up, his interest piqued.