With a shrug, she replied, “I suppose we could. As long as no one decides to ruin it between now and then…” Leah had no complaints about spending quality time alone with just Evan, but that was all she suspected this was. Had she known exactly what he’d planned for tonight… Well… For now, she was just oblivious and letting herself enjoy the moment.
“What you’ve done here is perfect, so it really doesn’t matter if it’s your best or your worst. The most important thing is that you did this all for me.” She squinted her eyes when she realized how that must’ve sounded. Like it was expected of him to do things like this and dedicate them especially to her. “That didn’t come out exactly how I meant it…” She wasn’t sure how to rephrase herself this time.
It was the first she took notice of the lack of a place to sit, but that didn’t bother her. “We can stand. I don’t mind.” Her gaze went back up to the branch he’d been sitting on. “Or if our legs get really tired, we can always sit in the tree.” Questions began to form in her head, mainly revolving around how long Evan planned for them to be out here, especially if he hadn’t thought to bring anything to sit on.
Leah slid her hands from his cheeks to wrap loosely around his neck. “I wouldn’t have minded the quirkier poem.” She paused. “But then, I suppose that means I’d have to ask if there was a certain mood theme that’s required for this.”
“Seems to me that I’m the one still underdressed,” she pointed out, running her fingers lightly over the thicker fabric of his shirt. “You might be covered in paint, but that still gives you another layer to what you’re wearing.” Whereas her own outfit was partially see-through. Nothing inappropriate was showing, at least. She wore it more because it was cool during the summer, rather than for any sexual statement.
Leah wanted to ask if this was the extent of the surprise, so that she could relax a little more, but she didn’t want to sound rushy or rude. He seemed to be waiting on something, though. A cue or a prompt or something.