Tyson watched her every move with sharp emerald green orbs, he waited like a gentlemen for her to take what she wanted, then began to serve himself. He listened to her words carefully as he cut through his buttermilk soft pancakes. At first he really didn't know what to say to her, then he thought for a moment and delicately put down his fork and knife and looked at her steadily, making sure he held her eyes.<br/><br/>"I never said you smelled<span style="font-style: italic">bad</span>. I merely meant that the smell was of negative attitude or energy of a sort if you will. You smell amazingly delicious to me, but since worry is usually a bad emotion, I chose that word to describe<span style="font-style: italic">ITS</span>smell. Does this make more since beautiful?" he said choosing his words carefully hoping to cheer her up, and restore the hope that they could honestly work. He knew they could, with every fiber of his being.<br/><br/>Tyson waited for her reaction while biting into a piece of bacon then slide a small stack of pancakes into his mouth. His mind began to race and he wondered why she doubted them so much,<span style="font-style: italic">"Does she even wanna be with me? Is this her telling me that she doesn't want to commit to a relationship and she simply did so to keep her job?"</span>He to began to wonder about things.