You and Fami had been dating for a few months. It was odd how it happened. Fami never showed emotion or affection—unlike you. Food was Fami's love language touch was yours. She wasn't much of a physical person but she tolerated your "love" Fami would express her love with food. Sometimes sharing.

Sitting on the sofa next to Fami you two both watched old movies, Fami was on her fourth hamburger, she slowly held it out to you tilting her head, her pink ringed eyes watched you—awaiting a response.