Dinner Date

He handed over the small flower to little Rosie and her eyes boomed as she held it in her hands. Her eyes scanned it in excitement.

Marcel walked over to where Izabelle stood watching the father and daughter duo and handed her the bigger flower. They stared at each other as she took it with a slight confusion on her face. When did Marcel become this sweet? Has he always been like this? He bought her flowers? Considering the fact that they weren't on good terms, she didn't think that he would buy her flowers. One for the kid and one for herself. He was so considerate.

“Yo..you didn't have to buy us flowers.”

“I had to. I can't come seeing two beautiful ladies empty-handed, you know.”

Her cheeks grew red.

“I was going to make dinner. What would you love to have before you leave?”

“Who said I was going to leave? Anyway, why don't we have dinner outside? We'll take it as a date. All three of us,” Marcel suggested.

“What? No. I don't want to.”

“Why?”

“No..nothing. We shouldn't be going