To ‘run some lines’, is what Matt had got Alex over to his flat under the ruse of, too cowardly to give her the real reason for fear of rejection before he’d even had a chance. She’d been here over an hour and she was getting suspicious; he hadn’t let her even open her script yet, insisting she sit at the small dining table in his candlelit modern kitchen, and placing first a perfectly grilled steak in front of her, and then a delicious strawberry cheesecake, making Alex eat with him in what appeared to be slight bafflement.
He lifts the bottle on the table between them. “More champagne?”
Putting down her glass after a sip, Alex shakes her head, giving him another one of those suspicious looks she had been shooting him all night.
“You really didn’t have to cook for me, Matt,” she says for the tenth time, raising a forkful of cheesecake to her lips. “We could have got a pizza in or something, honestly, I had no idea you’d go to the trouble –“
“Hush Kingston, how many times have I told you? I wanted to alright? Now eat up, there’s a box of chocolates over there with your name on afterwards that I’m going to have force you to share with me.” He grins at her and Alex looks both surprised and lost all at once.
“Oh – you… got me chocolates? Matt - I – you didn’t have to do that…”
Matt smiles at her and shrugs. “But I wanted to.”
She outright frowns at him this time, and, nerves fluttering, Matt picks up the bottle of bubbly and refills his own glass before motioning to her half-full one. “Are you sure you don’t want a top up?”
She looks up at him with narrowed eyes, studying him scrutinisingly. “Are you trying to get me into bed?” She demands after moment.
Matt’s eyes widen and he splutters a bit, cheeks reddening. “What? No! No, no – of course not, I was just… I mean I was trying…” He breaks off with a huff, turning his head as he runs a hand through his hair.
Alex tilts her head at him. “Trying to what?”
“I was trying to…” more spluttering, as he waves his arms about a bit. “To woo you, Kingston.”
Alex’s eyebrows shoot up, and she stares at him for a moment. “You what?”
Matt sighs again, cross with himself. “I want to see you – outside of work – as more – more than a friend…”
There is a pause, that stretches on for painfully long seconds that feel like hours as Matt fidgets in his seat, avoids her eyes and berates himself for making a complete fool of himself.
“Why didn’t you just ask me out, darling,” Alex finally says, and when Matt looks up in surprise, he finds her grinning at him from across the table.