Two Types of Love

"You see," He started as he leaned in closer to the table.

Eyes holding a staring competition with the guy across the table. His put his hands together on top of the table, elbows touching the cold dark oak surface. He did not care about his food slowly growing cold, as he carved an amused smirk.

"There are two types of lover in this world." He said.

He then threw a glance at the phone on the table, right by the other guy's side, which kept on buzzing as another call came in. His eyes then searched for the guy's light brown orbs again.

"The one who cheats," He continued, pointing his right forefinger towards the latter, not really bothered by the meaning of his sentence.

"And the one who stays loyal until he had enough." He said, pointing towards himself.

He then smiled wide. "And I, my dear, have had enough of this."

He then pointed to the phone.

There's no way the two of them could miss another text came in, with the word 'baby' as the endearment included in it.