Because he knew her.
Of course she would look for dessert first.
And if she didn't find any she liked, she would pout softly, cutely, like a kitten whose treat was taken away. Her lips would form that tiny little curve he adored, her brows lowering in quiet disappointment. And he would… he truly would… feel an almost childish panic to fix it immediately.
He could imagine himself slipping away for a moment, speaking to the staff, ordering something special just for her, something sweet, something she would love. And when he returned to her with a plate in hand, the way her whole face would light up, the way she would beam at him with that bright, innocent happiness…
His heart burst with unknown emotions.
He could see it so clearly it almost felt like it was happening already.
