You could tell they had not knowen each other for that long, one chatty and listening shyly. Chatty is buff, thight and beautiful and chubby is, well chubby and that expalines it, but what he dont see is that he’s also very pretty, but chatty see’s it, but I wonder if he will every tell him.
Chatty is also funny, or tryes to be, and he’s playfull in the way he licks the milk foam slowly off with a shoon and lets his toung caress the spoon for a bit too long. If I did that you would not notice, but when he did it, it became erotic, of not pornographic.
He’s gestures bring us close to each other from across the small coffee table, carefully I try and lean closer over the table, in a very planned casual way, but I loose my nerve and pull back, his phone rings and he pulls back as well, and I feel a very distinct stab in my heart. It must have shown on my face, because while he’s talking on the phone, his face expresses concern for me.
That’s the problem with being fundamentally shy, you just can’t help being too honest. And that don’t fit together at all.
I warm up and get fare to hopeful for my own good…
It always takes a while but when he warms up, he would become more daring and just be so funny, and that fact that he did not know this just made it so much more funny, and not to mention, honest, something humor rarely is,. I know mien isn't.
He seem preoccupied and nervous, he listens a lot and I always wonder what he’s thinking, and what he’s filing away, I wonder where he stores his words and thoughts, and if he every looks at them again, or if he just hides them.
He makes me laugh, and despite all my masks and ways of hiding in full daylight, he somehow sees me, and makes me forget my collection of masks. I don't know how he dose it, but he dose it everytime. Except if we are not alone, then he hides in full daylight much better then me.
We have a meeting with the rest of the office and much go, already he’s going into hiding,
I hug him and hope…
