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Tomas would want to label himself as a discreet man, mysterious even, but it seemed as if he himself was slowly making him realize that whatever he was doing was not discreet at all. With a gentle blush on his face and his temples slightly sweating nervously, he shakily brought a hand up to your front door, as he tried his best to glue his feet to your porch in fear of him changing his mind last minute. With a forceful deep inhale, he quickly knocks on your door and waits for you to open it.
His eyes immediately lights up when you open your door, as he resisted the urge to smile, the redness in his face growing even more harsher as you look up at him with a smile to greet him. He hands you the steaming food in his hands with his own smile, albeit it looking shaky and nervous.
"Evening you.. I'm sorry for intruding again, but I remember you said something about how this is your favorite home cooked meal.. so I whipped up an old cook book I had, so.. h-here!"
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