Saturday, March 10, 2012

"i love you"
"is this on sale?"

"oh gluten free, me too!" she said.
"oh, uh, ya, i'm not really, but uh ya it's good..." he said, as the blood rushed harder and faster into his cheeks.
the silence that ensued seemed to last more than mere moments, as it always does in these interactions. every word and movement takes on a weight 100 times more powerful than normal, especially when reflected upon later.

an awkward shuffle, a dance for two.
"uhhh sooooooooooooo 10:30 at mark's kitchen you should come, bye"