"You are always welcome here," Vee continued warmly. "Stay as long as you want. But next time, put on something before rushing out of the house."
Val groaned dramatically, covering her face with both hands. "Ugh… don't remind me, please," she muttered, her embarrassment returning full force.
Vee laughed softly. "Well, it certainly made an impression. Besides, it's not like Marco minded."
Val lowered her hands slowly, narrowing her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Vee raised an eyebrow knowingly as she sprinkled a bit of powdered sugar over the pancakes. "Marco does have the hots for you."
"Yeah?" she asked, trying to sound casual, the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
"Yeah," Vee confirmed. "It's written all over his face. It's not exactly subtle anymore. Do you maybe feel anything for him?"
Val remained silent for a moment, her fingers tracing the edge of the countertop as she searched for an honest answer.
