"how was your day"
you ask,
gazing into his eyes.
"fine."
he replies back,
keeping ahold of his chain.
"my day was great,
i got to talk to my bestie,
we also went to get chick-fil-a and got slurpees and the-"
"sweetheart."
he interrupted.
you both lock eyes for a good minute.
He then breaks it.
"i didn't ask."
