“Asher, will you marry me?” I asked down the table, covering my mouth since I was talking with my mouth full. Everyone chuckled. Those blue eyes flashed down the table at me. “You just want me for my cooking,” he accused me, smiling. I swallowed my food and scoffed in mock outrage. “No, you're my wonderful friend, Asher,” I told him honestly. Then I mumbled, “Who can also cook like a god.”
