She smiled at what Maeve was saying, especially about the tiramisu, before falling silent and going into her version of process mode. Everything in her was screaming that thus was completely out of character, that sweet and romantic wasn't something she ever did, and that she certainly didn't chase and pursue girls who hadn't really shown much interest in her to begin with.
So what was it about this particular girl that was causing Delaney to act like such an idiot? What was Maeve doing, that was inspiring Delaney to show herself up so bloody badly? Delaney only wished she knew. All she knew for sure was that, for whatever reason, she was out of the blue, crushing on Maeve like a silly little school girl. And she told herself that if had been anyone other than Maeve, she wouldn't have let herself get this bad. It was only that Maeve was pretty, and sweet, and so bloody adorable Delaney didn't know what to do with herself half the time. Yes, that was it.
"Is it far?" she asked quietly after what she didn't realize had been rather a long silence.