She's been yapping for hours. And if I'm tired of it? Absolutely not. I could listen to her all day.

We're sitting in the kitchen, eating homemade pasta. Of course she's the only one talking again, but I don't mind. I place my chin on the top of my hand. How can she be so beautiful... The way her lips wrap around the fork... Could be my- What? You're eating, pervert.

I smile while staring at her. Wait, did she stop talking? What was she talking about?

"What?", I say confused.