I was jumpy.
You had said yes and
here we are.
"They serve the best milkshakes ever!"
I wanted to stop.
To not sound so uncool.
But there you were,
Honey brown eyes staring into
g r e e n.
"My favourite is butterscotch. What's yours? Wait, let me guess.
Chocolate?
Oreo?
Cookie dough?"
"Butterscotch," you said
and Artis, suddenly everything was perfect.
Why didn't it ever occur to you that
we were perfect?