“You don’t say very much.”
“I don’t need to,” you reply.
I nod because you’re right and I bite into my wrap.
“Hey look at this.” You show me your phone and smile as I laugh at the image. You turn back around and focus on your food again.
Quick exchanges.
Laughs and smiles.
Lunch is better when you’re comfortable enough not to talk.
Lovely little poem.
Nice. I could picture the lunch.