[ He's not sure why, but for a moment he's silent. His smile huge and his eyes on her. It's not like she's wearing a ballgown or a full face of makeup. Her hair is up in a bun. She's relaxed. Comfortable. But she also manages to be the most beautiful woman in town at this very moment. He's not quite sure how she manages it. It keeps him smiling. Smiling and with his heart pounding away in his chest. This is much worse than asking her out before over the phone. More nerve wracking.
After a rather extensive pause he lifts the flower up for her and holds it out. He licks his lips briefly and nods. ] I uh--I wanted to see you. [ Partially true. He did want to see her, but it wasn't the only reason he was standing here holding a flower out. His chest feels tight, but he ignores the butterflies that rule his gut right now. ]
Sorry. I just keep--every time I see I can't help getting distracted. [ He smiles and lets out a sigh. ] I had something I wanted to ask you. Something I wanted to ask before anyone else got the idea.
( it's a little silly, what the flower extended towards her does to sara; for someone so tough as nails, for someone so hardened and expertly trained at handling emotions, it's so easy for steve to practically melt her completely, make sheer warmth and happiness wash over her. it's been that way ever since the first time she laid eyes on him, a little shy in her doorway and offering a flower as his greeting.
it's his uncompromising honesty and sincerity — sara thinks, as her fingers curl around the stem of the flower, pulls it close to her chest — that gets to her, present even at his own detriment when he admits to being distracted by her. it's rare and refreshing for her, makes the smile on her face bloom into a full-fledged grin as steve continues. )
Oh? ( asked as though she doesn't know where he's going with this, as if she hadn't seen the announcement about the ball on the network. sara's happy to let him have this moment, more than happy he'd chosen her to share it with. )
[ Maybe it's good that they know, but they don't know. Not every little detail. Not all the things that they might want to hide under shadows and baggage. They know they're there. They exist. They've revealed things about one another through small comments and things they don't say. Looks when a topic is breached. He's perfectly capable of comprehending that Sara Lance could be very lethal. Maybe she thinks he's a little too good and maybe he believes in her a little too much, but those aren't necessarily bad things.
Steve lets go of the flower and smiles as she takes it from him finally. Right now he just takes her in like this. Messy hair (though he's not sure where or how), not expecting visitors and enjoying her solitude. He could stand out here in the hallway and stare at her for the better part of the evening if he was presented with that choice. It'd probably be creepy, but still.
But he needs to use words. He needs to say what he came here to say. To ask what he wanted. Steve clears his throat and nods. ] Do you wanna maybe go to the ball with me? As my date?
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After a rather extensive pause he lifts the flower up for her and holds it out. He licks his lips briefly and nods. ] I uh--I wanted to see you. [ Partially true. He did want to see her, but it wasn't the only reason he was standing here holding a flower out. His chest feels tight, but he ignores the butterflies that rule his gut right now. ]
Sorry. I just keep--every time I see I can't help getting distracted. [ He smiles and lets out a sigh. ] I had something I wanted to ask you. Something I wanted to ask before anyone else got the idea.
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it's his uncompromising honesty and sincerity — sara thinks, as her fingers curl around the stem of the flower, pulls it close to her chest — that gets to her, present even at his own detriment when he admits to being distracted by her. it's rare and refreshing for her, makes the smile on her face bloom into a full-fledged grin as steve continues. )
Oh? ( asked as though she doesn't know where he's going with this, as if she hadn't seen the announcement about the ball on the network. sara's happy to let him have this moment, more than happy he'd chosen her to share it with. )
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Steve lets go of the flower and smiles as she takes it from him finally. Right now he just takes her in like this. Messy hair (though he's not sure where or how), not expecting visitors and enjoying her solitude. He could stand out here in the hallway and stare at her for the better part of the evening if he was presented with that choice. It'd probably be creepy, but still.
But he needs to use words. He needs to say what he came here to say. To ask what he wanted. Steve clears his throat and nods. ] Do you wanna maybe go to the ball with me? As my date?