Zatanna kept a straight face for as long as she could, but when he ran out of guesses a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Chinese is a close second, but it’s actually Italian. Pizza is still technically under that category, so congratulations you managed to guess correctly.”
“Really? ‘Cause I make a mean Chicken Alfredo.” Cisco said with a wink. “So, dinner then? We can either go out or I can cook for you. Like I said, a mean chicken alfredo.” Cisco lifted his head and let his arm fall gently onto the table, where he began drawing circles, awaiting the woman’s response.
Cisco backup 