ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
"You're fine. Really. Don't worry about it." He motioned for her to come in, then closed the door behind her. "You look wonderful." He said, grinning a little at himself. It was funny how tongue-tied and stupid he got around pretty girls.
"Are you hungry? I made enough food to feed an army. Or my band, whichever gets here first." He grinned.