" You jumped in your car and drove here from New York on a whim. I don't do much of anything as a whim."
As if needing to prove her wrong- because something inside of him felt as if he did- Max stood up from his stool and walked around to her side of the counter. Slowly and deliberately. Waves of pink began rushing up her neck and he had a gratifying epiphany.
So I'm the cause of that shade.
Although, really, he knew he was the cause of all the shades. But he sure liked that one best.
"I don't know, Hadley. I think it's been a pretty whimsical night."
Her lips curled up in acknowledgement. "This has all been very unlike me. But that doesn't change the fact that down the road, beyond right now-"
He leaned down so they were eye-to-eye and whispered, "Who said anything about beyond right now? "

― Bethany Turner , Hadley Beckett's Next Dish