"So, how long have you been staying here?"
I watched him sit on the couch while I grabbed what drink I had in the fridge.
"I don't remember," I answered, and he nodded and scanned my unit again. I prayed to the stove that it can heat the water as quickly as possible because I can't have him seated on my small couch, maybe judging my cheap place. Not that I don't judge myself too.
"What are you doing?" this broke the ice silence and I turned from the kitchen to look at him.
"Just making you a coffee, do you like something else?" I asked back, tapping my fingers secretly behind me, fiddling and waiting for his answer.
"Nothing, I'm fine with it. I like the coffee you make." he answered like it is normal to say. And it actually made wander to my stupid stomach.
"Okay," I focus bac
