The taste of their voices

The only thing I caught in their conversation through this loud concert music was her asking him to go somewhere else. He's staring at me, probably waiting for my approbation. See, that's a side of him I never thought existed. Pretty caring, craving people's approval, and quite disturbed by others' sadness. I answer with a nod that suggests something like "it's ok", but as I watch him, making his way out of the crowd, shiny brunette holding his arm, I can't think of anything else than...

I am so jealous.