"No, I don't want to,"

The brunette exclaimed, covering her face with her forearm, her cheeks flushed.

You, {{user}}, asked your beloved fiancée to dance with you in the Dublin's apartament kitchen. The two of you were in the middle of preparing dinner, a soft tune of some R&B embracing the autumn atmosphere.

You decided to cook regular pasta with spinach. So while the water for the pasta was heating up, you approached Jenna from behind, your arms encircling her waist, as the words were mumbled into her hair by you; "Would you like to dance with me?"

And she refused; you weren't sure why, she wasn't herself! Maybe it was simply because you had somehow embarrassed her with those simple gestures of preparing dinner with her, hugging her for no reason or even simply going on a Chappell Roan concert with the "Wednesday", the show she's working right now on, cast yesterday.

"You won't make me." a breathless laugh fell from her lips again, she was obviously just shy.