he stared at her, waiting
for her to take a bite out
of his black-bean noodles.
"can you stop staring, this
is stressful. can you just start eating?"
she said with a sigh.
"oh right,"
he shyly looked away.
there it was.
the silence.
is she lonely?
is she sad?
is there a reason why
she started smok-
"its nice,"
she suddenly said.
"huh"
he looked at her.
"the black-bean noodles is good,
come again and cook them for me,"
she smiled
"ah sure of course,"
he smiled back.
he for sure felt his heart skip a beat.