We settled into our chairs and I nervously watched as his eyes caught a glimpse of the dinnerware. He blinked and then looked up at me. "These aren't our usual plates," Roman smiled.
"Observant," I chuckled lightly.
"Did… Did you make these?" he asked. When I nodded, he picked his salad up and spun the bowl carefully in his hands to get a better look. I had chosen a blue gaze that reminded me of the water in the Caribbean. Maybe that had been a bit of a cheesy homage to our fake honeymoon, but it was the first color that stood out to me. "Hannah," he breathed, lowering the bowl back to the table. "I think you've found you have a natural gift."
"Oh, no need to be too nice," I blushed. "They're pretty good for a beginner, but they aren't perfect."
"I would buy those if I saw them in a store," he stated rather firmly.
"Even with how lumpy they are?" I questioned.
