Claire did know an evolved human who could freeze and shatter people like Snart's gun: Tracy Strauss. But she hadn't seen the woman quite some time, as Tracy was closer to her dad. She herself had even been on receiving end of an accidental freezing. It was partly why she'd cheekily told Thawne she had most of her originals.
All of that was the farthest thing from her mind as she was letting Barry into her apartment. He'd seemed just as taken with her in that moment, and as soon as he opened his mouth, that sort of confirmed it. Her blush only deepened. Surely she wasn't worth that kind of reaction... right?
His reflexes were much quicker than hers. He'd already steadied the bottle before she could even think to reach for it. Instead, she took the flowers as he offered them, absolutely beaming. She closed the door behind him and paused to sniff them (also a vain attempt to will herself to stop blushing), then shuffled forward to lead him further inside.
The door opened up into the kitchen, which still smelled like the cherry pie cooling on the counter. She had gotten in the habit of treating herself to flowers at the farmers market, so she dropped them into the empty vase and added a little water.
"No, no. This is perfect. All of it. Thank you for the flowers," Claire insisted, smiling at him over her shoulder. But she wasn't idle, turning the oven back on to preheat and poking around in the cupboard. "I'll throw the pizza in the oven, should be about fifteen to twenty before it's done. And since you so thoughtfully brought the wine, we can have a glass while we wait."
It wouldn't actually do anything to her, but maybe she was hoping for some kind of placebo effect to counter how nervous she suddenly felt. She turned, holding up a pair of matching drinking glasses adorned with little white daisies. "Uh... is it weird to drink wine out of these? 'Cause apparently I don't have wine glasses. I'm still getting my place together. Heck, this was a gift from my mom."
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Date: 2025-08-22 11:51 am (UTC)All of that was the farthest thing from her mind as she was letting Barry into her apartment. He'd seemed just as taken with her in that moment, and as soon as he opened his mouth, that sort of confirmed it. Her blush only deepened. Surely she wasn't worth that kind of reaction... right?
His reflexes were much quicker than hers. He'd already steadied the bottle before she could even think to reach for it. Instead, she took the flowers as he offered them, absolutely beaming. She closed the door behind him and paused to sniff them (also a vain attempt to will herself to stop blushing), then shuffled forward to lead him further inside.
The door opened up into the kitchen, which still smelled like the cherry pie cooling on the counter. She had gotten in the habit of treating herself to flowers at the farmers market, so she dropped them into the empty vase and added a little water.
"No, no. This is perfect. All of it. Thank you for the flowers," Claire insisted, smiling at him over her shoulder. But she wasn't idle, turning the oven back on to preheat and poking around in the cupboard. "I'll throw the pizza in the oven, should be about fifteen to twenty before it's done. And since you so thoughtfully brought the wine, we can have a glass while we wait."
It wouldn't actually do anything to her, but maybe she was hoping for some kind of placebo effect to counter how nervous she suddenly felt. She turned, holding up a pair of matching drinking glasses adorned with little white daisies. "Uh... is it weird to drink wine out of these? 'Cause apparently I don't have wine glasses. I'm still getting my place together. Heck, this was a gift from my mom."
Now it was her turn to babble.