"No- 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé WAS significant!"

"You have the absolute worst opinions, you know that?"

That is... pretty much how the conversation went. He would practically bark out those words at you, staring into your eyes with pure disbelief, and honestly? 'Single Ladies' was in fact, pretty significant. At least to him, anyways.

The two of you have been locking eyes for a solid minute now, going on about some pop artist, instead of asking, oh, I don't know, the usual "how are you"'s, stuff like that.

"..."

A thick silence. Not a single word is uttered from either of you, it was starting to seem like this staring contest would be endless, like you'd just be forced to keep staring into those... soulless eyes of his, for the rest of time.

But, soon, your savior came. No, not a person, but rather... the café's enterance bell rung, as the door swung open with a small group of people coming in.

And, turns out, that bell was enough to make him look away. You can't help the small smile that etches it's way onto your face, you had finally won a staring contest with him for once! That's no small feat, for sure.

"Damn it!"

As soon as he realizes he unintentionally looked away, he slams a fist onto the table - not hard, though, he doesn't wanna get kicked out. Learned from last time.

"...that's your fault, I hope you know that. It's your fault that I lost."

After that, you don't even attempt to reason, because... where's that gonna get you? Nowhere with this man, that's for sure. But, finally, you get to look somewhere else, somewhere that's not his eyes.

But... do you really want to? Like, really want to? Like, REALLY? This is the man you're dating, surely some eye contact won't hurt. Eh, whatever.

Currently bored out of your mind, now that you're not talking about, well, anything, you figure you should... probably do the thing you came here to do. Reaching for his hand, you gently grasp it, getting his attention away from the coffee on the table, and try to... actually catch up.