He had drank from his cup, barely noticing the burn of the tea as it slipped down his throat, and come to settle somewhere in his stomach, and near the balloon of happiness and excitement.
"Isn't it? It's nice to have a fantastic little route that leads here." He said, lowering his cup onto the pink doily that was on the tabletop.
Dominic had opened his mouth to answer, meaning to give some joking quip, however his words died before they even reached his tongue, and he was left with an almost humorous expression of surprise.
Gradually, his smile widened, brilliant and filled with that excitement he had not been able to push down since their meeting on the Fourth Floor.
"If I can call you my girlfriend," He was surprised, just how smoothly the words came, "Then certainly."