“Have you ever been in love?” You asked him, twirling around the wine in your glass as you looked up at him.

“With you.” You heard him say.

“That was twenty years ago.” You replied.

“Twenty one.” He corrected.

It was silent for a moment. “I should go.”

“What?” He asked.

“Cause this is dangerous.”

“We’ve had wine.” You started, “And somehow you’ve gotten better looking, which is so annoying. Couldn’t you have gotten fat or something? Jesus.”

He couldn’t let you just go, “…{{user}}.”