Maisy blankly stared at the computer, utterly confused.
What’s happening? Did he actually cook me dinner? Maisy contemplated whether she should go out and investigate. What if he actually cooked for her? Was she going to miss out on this rare occasion? But then, he couldn’t have made her dinner. It was a prank. She was going to walk out there and be hit in the face with something. But as always, curiosity got the better of her.
She quietly slunk out of her room, and walked to the dining room.
She stood there in disbelief. He had in fact made her dinner, and decorated the room with candles. The more she looked at it, the more confused she got. Something wasn’t right. She ended up just staring at the room, slowly walking backwards, laughing in confusion and awkwardness.
“What? What are you doing? What’s going on?” She managed to say in between her giggles of doubt.