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The invitation hadn't really come as a surprise; after all, he'd been expecting it. Rohan was sure Khalla would keep her promise and invite him over as she'd said she would, and yet... the day he'd received the email with the date and the time he was to show up at her house, he'd felt as if it were pretty surreal. Still, seeing as how the girl had not tried to schedule the meeting face to face (she DID know where to find him), and hadn't tried calling him, he was pretty sure she was feeling much more awkward than he was at that precise moment. This, of course, lead him to think that the situation had been ironically inverted, and had he not been a tad too busy feeling concerned for the girl in question, he would have laughed at the irony.

The walk to her house had been used to clear his mind; a futile attempt, really, because all he'd managed to figure out was that he still felt the same way and that he really didn't expect anything from her. At this point and given the fact she'd emailed him, instead of seeking him out personally, he figured it meant she was going to shoot him down before he ever got the opportunity to open his mouth. He just hoped she'd let him more or less ask if they could at least remain friends - he could deal with the rest since, well, he'd been pretty much prepared to hide it from her forever. And ever and ever. Pity that he'd slipped. Alas, no use crying over slipped milk.

Walking had also allowed Rohan to pick up some pastries on his way there. He'd remembered the fact Khalla had once dragged him into a tea shop, and for some odd reason, the idea of getting her pastries had stuck, so he'd gone with it. Upon arriving at her door, he'd knocked and waited for her to answer - not only did she take a horribly long time to open the door (in fact, so long that he'd already lifted his hand to knock again), but she stood there for a moment, looking at him as if she couldn't believe he was really there.

Slowly, he walked past her and into the house, pausing to look down at her, "This is for you," he then offered her the box of pastries, "I picked it up on the way here. I wasn't sure what you liked... but I recalled you dragged me into a tea shop once," that said, he lifted his head and actually sniffed the air; in his defense, he'd not eaten all day (he'd gotten painfully distracted - something that tended to happen to him often), and whatever she'd been cooking smelled rather delicious. Then again, it could have been the fact he'd arrived on an empty stomach.

Unlike her, he seemed to be wearing a random suit, tie and shirt, which looked as ruffled as ever.

In all honesty, Rohan wasn't all that used to being invited to... well, anywhere really. These past two weeks had been something new to him, what with both the wedding and being invited to dinner; he'd always been rather the solitary sort of man. A book, accompanied by a nice round of soft music was all he'd needed to be happy. As such, that meant that getting gifts for people that asked him over had never been high on his main list of priorities, and he'd pretty much been winging it with the pastries. After all, it'd felt rude to show up at her door without something to offer in return for the meal he was going to have.

Her initial reaction to the pastries made him think that perhaps he'd been mistaken with regards to her tastes, and he'd been about ready to apologize for this when she thanked him, "You're welcome," he told her, momentarily looking down at her before following the movement of her hand towards the dining room. On one hand, dinner smelled horribly tempting, and he was quite positively famished, however... on the other hand, judging from a quick glance her way, it was pretty obvious the girl was not going to stop fidgeting until they talked. He really did not want to have to sit down and watch her squirm and fuss endlessly as they ate (it would probably mean she wouldn't get much food in her to boot).

That meant that the decision was pretty much taken for him from a get go.

After a moment's thought, he turned back to Khalla, "I think that a talk is in order, no matter how tempting the food is right now," he motioned at the way she was fussing with anything her hands could get a grip on, as if to explain why he thought the talk should go first, "And pasta will be lovely," a pause, "So long it's not spicy. I'm not fond of spicy food," the blushing hadn't gone unnoticed either, really, but he was choosing to not comment on it for the time being, "So then... talking," he turned, looking around the room before lightly motioning towards the sofa in the room, "Would the sofa be fine with you?" he figured if he was going to be rejected, he wanted to be sitting down comfortably, thank you very much.

In all honesty, had only been paying half a mind to the spicy comment (he figured that if she rejected him, he wasn't going to enjoy dinner all that much, and if she chose not to reject him... well, the notion hadn't really crossed his mind), "That'll be fine then," he told her, swiftly deciding that apparently, Khalla was going to need his approval every step of the way tonight, even with something as simple as the food that she had taken the time to cook.

Rohan watched as she chose to indeed take his hint, marching towards the sofa as if she were going to face hell upon arrival. He decided to let her talk and get everything out before interjecting his own set of thoughts (because he had thoughts to share and spare, given the long time he'd spent alone since the wedding - alone time tended to give rise to thinking time). However he couldn't help but notice the way the girl was gripping the sofa arm, her dress, or otherwise worrying anything she had within reach; needless to say, he was trying very, very hard not to grab one of her hands in an attempt to stop her. Seeing as how the last time he'd done that it had yielded terrible consequences, Rohan did his best to focus his attention on her face and ignore her fidgeting.

It was... however, really hard to ignore, given the fact the girl was apparently a bundle of nerves (something he could easily relate to in other circumstances, yet right at that moment, he was feeling oddly composed, like a man that was facing his execution with his head held high and no regrets). As she mentioned spending a lot of time thinking, he tore gaze away from her face and looked up to the ceiling, preparing himself for the refusal that was just about to come.

Any minute now. Any minute. Really.

She wanted to try this. Of course, she wanted to give them a tr-- wait a minute.

Her words caused him to snap his head back to look at her, and for a very long moment, he looked utterly confused; it was apparent that this was not what he'd been expecting to hear at all. Don't get him wrong, this was exactly what he'd wanted to hear; it just wasn't what he'd expected to hear. It looked like Khalla had quite effectively thrown him for a loop with just those few words, "I don't think you're meant to be sure about any of this; and those that say they know what they're doing, are lying through their teeth," a pause, "Really though?" he still sounded mildly confused, albeit pleasantly surprised.

The ironic part of the whole conversation was that to Rohan, it almost felt like Khalla was implying that while she didn't date, he might. The idea was purely laughable, if only because... he'd spent most of his time alone, and people rarely tried to get to know him (though again, that might've had something to do with his tendency to hole himself away). He'd had crushes before, sure, and he could appreciate a girl's looks, no doubt (he was only human), but he'd always been too shy to come forth with his feelings, inevitably making him a loser in that department.

He hadn't really even planned on telling Khalla how he felt. That had just been a slip on his part, and had the girl not been so insistent on spending time with him before the wedding (thus getting to know him), it was probable he could have blown it off as some sort of impulse. Not that he minded this outcome in the least; in fact, he was a tad busy being on cloud nine (even if it didn't seem like he was, outwardly) to mind much of anything at all.

When she eventually got off the sofa, still fidgeting, Rohan followed her with his gaze; it had not gone unnoticed that the girl had, in fact, refused any sort of contact with him, even after telling him she was ready give them a try. He was perceiving this as mixed signals, but at the same time, he could identify with her, after all... hadn't he secretly wanted to find reasons for contact but been entirely appalled by the notion of doing so? Then again, in his defense, he'd been trying to hide a secret. He didn't quite understand what was going through Khalla's mind.

Alas, he decided to throw the metaphorical dog a bone, and instead of commenting on this, got up from the sofa, "Dinner would be fine," he paused his motion as she turned to face him sharply again, almost making her collide with him in the process of moving off the couch, "I... uhm, no," he breathed, "Actually, I'd pretty much come here to ask if you'd at least be fine with remaining my friend. So I hadn't... thought past that point. I'm afraid I'm winging it, Khalla, you're not alone."

Really she wasn't.

Watching her jump away from him, Rohan had to refrain from grabbing her arm, almost afraid the girl would fall backwards. She caught herself though, and to his credit, Rohan managed to remain put, "Did you really, honestly, think that I had more of a life than you might've?" he wasn't particularly afraid of admitting as much, mostly because he'd never actively sought out to change that facet of his life. He probably could have, but he had just never bothered; he'd come to find that he didn't really like most people he met, so why bother trying to get to know people in the first place then?

It surprised him a lot more that she seemed almost more awkward and uncomfortable than he had ever been around her. The idea that she had never received... any special sort of attention from anyone else seemed preposterous to him. Then again, it had never occurred to him that the girl went to an all girl school, studied herself to death, and lived with her grandmother; it was probable that even if someone HAD shown interest in her, she wouldn't have noticed.

As she reached out to grab his hand, he blinked, startled out of his thoughts. His gaze fell down to watch her as she apparently experimented with the contact, finally deciding to lace her fingers with his. Given the fact he felt they'd done far 'worse' than just hand holding, he wasn't particularly shocked, and simply allowed her to guide him towards where the food awaited them, apparently quite used to the situation (he had been dragged around by her on several occasions - albeit he hadn't been as willing a participant), "You," he started, looking mildly thoughtful, "Are extremely cute," and he could finally, finally come out and say it.

Thank the gods.

"Dinner and a movie would be fine," more than fine really - maybe she was starting to catch on that 'fine' was apparently his codeword for 'really good'? He couldn't really tell what she knew and didn't know about him, but seeing as how he could now actually watch her without feeling extremely guilty for doing so, he was planning on finding out (his eyes had been on her, rather than the path she'd been leading him down, since she'd grabbed his hand), "Anything is good, really," and he meant it; he doubted he was going to be paying too much attention to the movie anyhow. She was going to be the one to have to let go of him, because he was apparently not planning on doing so himself, even when they reached the table.

Now that he thought about it... it was quite true; she didn't really know anything about him. She knew very, very little, and Rohan was pretty certain he knew more about her, than she'd probably ever know about him (except he was oh-so-wrong to assume this much). A mild snort was offered at her words, "I'll take that as a compliment then," he was uncertain if she was just yanking his chain with that, or not, but chances were she wasn't, given her earlier behavior, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a bit... antisocial," and that was putting it mildly, "You on the other hand..."

She proved his compliment to her to be true as she stood there before him, looking mildly out of place and actually blushing just because he'd mentioned she was cute, "You're welcome," he murmured, now finally feeling self conscious over the reaction his words were getting. As she released his hand, he took hold of his chair and sat himself down, watching her for a moment. The moment turned into two and he finally cleared his throat, "I think this is the moment where you serve the food and then we eat," he sounded... amused, which was a big deal for him. He was very, very rarely amused, and at that point in time, it was more that actually felt happy than anything else.

He figured eating food, talking, and the movie, sounded like an easy enough plan to follow, right? Nothing could ever go wrong with that, right? Right. He couldn't fault her for being nervous, given the fact he was probably just as nervous (just apparently better at keeping up a facade). It was right around then that a thought occurred to him; he turned his head and looked around the room, "Will we be alone all night here?"

While it was indeed true that the meal had been awkward, Rohan was... pretty used to awkward (hey, he still remembered that time at the tea shop - nothing beats that one time), and didn't really think the meal was half bad at all. But then again, this must've been due to the fact that for once in his life, he wasn't the one squirming around feeling awkward; he'd had his share of that. It was apparently Khalla's turn to feel what he'd been feeling for most of the duration of their friendship.

It was entertaining, in a way, how he felt the roles were reversed, but to his credit, rather than bring attention to it, he was doing his best to make her feel comfortable. He was just uh... not doing a really good job at it, if the way she'd almost dropped the pasta had been any indication (in his defense, he felt it'd been a question that was entirely legit, given the circumstances). All in all, Rohan had enjoyed the food, and he'd enjoyed her company above all.

Despite the fact he wasn't all that used to home-made meals, he'd helped her as she'd set about cleaning up, and it wasn't till she'd left the table spotless that she finally offered him her hand. The gesture was (in his honest opinion) extremely endearing, and he took the hand she offered without a second's thought, "What movie did you have in mind?" issuing forth the question let her know that he was, indeed, perfectly fine with the idea of a movie.

Though in all honesty, he was more selfishly focused on the idea of him, and her, and a nice comfortable couch; she could very well play whatever she wanted on the TV, because most of his attention was going to be focused elsewhere. He just hoped she either did not notice, or just threw him a bone here. As they reached the living room, he let go of her hand so he could go sit at the couch, waiting for her to slip the movie in and then join her. Except now... he was actually getting nervous, because he wasn't sure what he was allowed to do, which meant this was going to be a trial and error thing.

He did not like Trial and Errors. Plans were always better, damn it.