"Just the kitchen," she says distractedly, even though he says not to answer, and Raleigh's just trying to take it all in, because as much as she'd like to say she couldn't imagine working in a space like this, she could - to open the windows and listen to the waves as she rolls pastry, as she uses both of the stacked ovens and the fans keep down the heat as does the sea breeze as she actually works and has enough space that's not in an industrial kitchen where she can't sit down or (bless him) in a regular kitchen like what Spencer has.
She finally looks back at him when he leans against the island, and she actually can't stop the way her cheeks stain red, and she looks away. 'Sorry, I just- It's a really nice kitchen. You did a good job putting it together." And she could tell that he used it, too; not that he was necessarily a five star chef, but he wasn't one of those people that made her sad who would make ramen in the microwave while having a twenty thousand dollar kitchen.
"Guess I'll need to take a rain check on the kitchen - I don't have anywhere big enough to put it. Thanks, though, I appreciate the thought." She smiled as she said it, and then her brows arched higher when he tells her that she can't help clean up, either.
It was... weird. That's weird, for her.
Her brows furrow just a little. "What should I do? I mean... can I help at all?" She actually looks concerned, and her hand (which had, yes, been stroking the countertop edge again without her even thinking about it) pauses. "I can't remember the last time I literally did nothing towards a meal."
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She finally looks back at him when he leans against the island, and she actually can't stop the way her cheeks stain red, and she looks away. 'Sorry, I just- It's a really nice kitchen. You did a good job putting it together." And she could tell that he used it, too; not that he was necessarily a five star chef, but he wasn't one of those people that made her sad who would make ramen in the microwave while having a twenty thousand dollar kitchen.
"Guess I'll need to take a rain check on the kitchen - I don't have anywhere big enough to put it. Thanks, though, I appreciate the thought." She smiled as she said it, and then her brows arched higher when he tells her that she can't help clean up, either.
It was... weird. That's weird, for her.
Her brows furrow just a little. "What should I do? I mean... can I help at all?" She actually looks concerned, and her hand (which had, yes, been stroking the countertop edge again without her even thinking about it) pauses. "I can't remember the last time I literally did nothing towards a meal."