It was already so late, and rain was pouring.
Heavy.
Drenching streets.
Screeching tires.
You insisted on taking me out for dinner.
And we went to MacDonalds of all the places.
You looked at me straight in the eyes, and spoke in length about waves and forms and bits and tracks in terms I did not comprehend.
Then you took my hand.
And I pretended not to notice.
You kept on talking.
I said it was late.
To which you replied, "I'd stay here all night talking to you."
I think I tried hard not to smile silly.
But I did anyway.
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