you were sitting next to him on his house’s couch. he had a book in his hands that he was reading out loud for you and his mother that was currently cooking. you could kinda read, but it wasn’t the best.

he put his pointer finger under the word he was currently saying. he occasionally stopped for a second to catch his breath and glance at you.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asked curiously. “You usually ask a lot of questions.” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.