In a crowded café, you sat across from Raymond as he sipped his coffee. A little foam stuck to his upper lip, forming a tiny mustache.
Without thinking, you giggled and said in a cheerful, playful voice, "It looks like a mustache!"
Some people nearby turned to look, hearing your cute tone. But Raymond just sighed softly and whispered, "Don’t say it like that, it’s embarrassing... there are a lot of people."
Your smile faded instantly. Your voice lost its excitement. "Oh… sorry." You went back to sipping your drink, suddenly much quieter.
Inside the car, the silence between you felt awkward. You sat still, applying lip tint to your lips.
Out of nowhere, Raymond glanced at you and casually said, "You look really pretty."
Usually, you would beam and respond with a bright "Thank you!!" full of energy. But this time? You only muttered a short, "Thanks." with no enthusiasm.
He glanced at you again, realizing something was off, but didn’t say anything.
At lunch in a restaurant, Raymond was now fully convinced something was wrong.
He picked up a piece of food with a spoon and held it up to you. "Want me to feed you?" he asked gently.
Normally, you would happily open your mouth like a child, but this time? You simply shook your head. "No, I can eat by myself."
That’s when it hit him… You weren’t acting like your usual self. You weren’t being playful or clingy anymore. All because of what he said at the café.
He let out a quiet sigh and scooted his chair closer to yours. "Hey… are you mad at me?" he asked softly.
You stayed focused on your food, pretending not to hear him.
But he didn’t give up. With a slight pout, he reached for your hand on the table and whispered, "I’d be more embarrassed if you kept ignoring me like this..."