There was a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen that made Westonâ€™s mouth water as he relaxed against the couch. What could he be cooking?<br/><br/>He had been watching television while she cooked. Unlike a lot of people he really only watched shows that really interested him which were not that many to be honest. Sometimes in the mornings he would watch the news and check to see what the weather would be like, but that was all. Television really could be boring sometimes, and even when he was bored, well, he has never really thought of it to be the best source of entertainment. He wondered if Jasmine liked watching television. Perhaps she had a little television in her bottle, he thought. Deciding the thought was silly, to the point where almost wanted to laugh, he decided he wouldnâ€™t think about it anymore. She seemed oppressed being in that and has probably has never been allowed to watch it. It was a shame, everyone should experience it once just to see how utterly boring it is.<br/><br/>When Jasmine returned from the kitchen he smiled at her and smiled graciously, â€œWhy thank you, Miss Jasmine.â€ He said before he went to see what she had prepared for him. Sometimes he could be a little picky whenever someone else prepared his food. No sooner had he walked into, he was taken aback not only by how pleasant the smell was up close but how quickly she had prepared it and still managed to take him aback. His jaw nearly dropped, noticing how fancy it looked. There was even a glass of the wine that he had forgotten he had laying around. This really was a nice treat. â€œWow.â€ He said quietly as he continued to examine her work, â€œThis is pretty amazing, I canâ€™t tell a lie, even smells great. You really know how to please someone.â€ A satisfied chuckle touched his lips and he flashed another smile.<br/><br/>Weston noticed how she was just standing there waiting for him to finish when he took a seat and began to dive in, â€œArenâ€™t you going to enjoy any of this?â€ He arched a brow and tilted his head. Maybe some people would see this as normal but he just saw it as strange since he was use to eating with company and not having the other person watch. Unless this was some huge gathering and there was someone actually serving food to others, he felt it was right that she ate with him.<br/><br/>â€œYou should have a seat; Iâ€™m not going to bite.â€ It was his attempt to lighten the mood. His sense of humor was, really, an acquired taste in the eyes of most people. He never really blamed them either. Humor was one of those fickle things, but at least he was trying. The more flirty side of him was coming out a bit more again as well. So far he has been good at keeping himself at bay but it was really starting to slip now. Maybe it had not been a good idea that she had brought out wineâ€¦ nahâ€¦ he really was not that kind of drunk. In fact he was more of a smoker than a drinker. When he spoke again he sounded a little pushier, but not demanding, â€œSeriously, though, go ahead and take a seat.â€ He was not going to force her to do something she didnâ€™t want to.