Who Would've Thought..?

I couldn't help but notice how you peeled the lime away from it's rind with your teeth, as you looked left attentively. I never stop eating lemons when I am listening, and people comment on it so often that I was becoming accustomed to being the only one. I wanted to eat that lime as you held it.

You teased that we couldn't leave simultaniously because people would think something was going on. I didn't know how to answer, but I would now. I would say "Why, is there?" Because it is direct and honest, and you can deflect it without hurting me. But I don't think quickly in these situations. I just turned away and pulled another pint, and you followed me over to apologise for not helping me get off work early. You followed me over. It can't be that bad, can it?

I feel exotic.