Purely delighted, Wanda swept around the kitchen helping when she was able and watching him when she wasn't of any use. This was all so charming and easy and Wanda found herself wishing that this was real. As wonderful as the night might be, there was still the nagging question of definition. Wanda drew up the courage to finally ask as dinner came to an end.
From the moment he led her into the dining room she spent the rest of their meal expressing her pleasure in his cooking, his home, his affection but a growing wistfulness stole over her delight. Lovely or not, the evening could very well be simply a charade- meaningless as soon as it was over. She pushed her empty plate away from him and sat back in her chair, the smile that had seemed a perpetual fixture on her mouth now faltering.
“I have an awkward question to ask you,” she announced and her grin became apologetic. Still, she’d decided it was necessary. “Are you, ah, seeing anyone else?”