'You sit and talk, and I blast my music and pretend to listen to you confess your deepest darkest little secrets.' She says, turning to take her earpiece out.
'You won't be able to hear me?'
'Yes, that's how it goes.' She's definitely not going to tell him she can read lips. Plugging in her earpiece, she switched her rock music all the way to the max, nodding at him to start.
'I like you.' He says, staring into her glassy eyes.
She nods on as though she doesn't register his sudden confession, her hand reaching to cover her flushed ears with her hair; she's glad she let it down today.
'Will you marry me?'
She spits out the water she is drinking—right into his face.
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