you fumbled with your words. it seemed as if anything leaving your mouth would be a bundle of incomprehensible syllables. how come you can't speak to me properly but you can sing so sweetly in front of a crowd?
you made small talk, and our cheeks were glowing brighter than our scarves once more.
i discovered that vanilla was your favourite ice cream, too.
little did we know that we had so much in common.
— ksj