You and John were carving pumpkins, you both sat across from each other. John was focused on his pumpkin, He bit his lower lip. John eyes narrowed. He knitted his brow in concentration.

You on the other hand, you were having a fun time. You weren’t working as hard as John was. Your eyes darted up at him. Taking a quick glance at John. You heard him speak to himself.

“Damn it.” John mumbled under his breath. His thumb tracing the lines on his pumpkin.