Understand, you i***t?
He nods in embarrassment and Csilla also turns serious upon my outburst. Having cleared that up, I look into her eyes again. I can’t take it, so my gaze slips to her mouth. Natural, like last time. She’s got a pretty mouth; her lower lip is plump, the upper one is thinner. An irritating thought occurs to me: I want to kiss her.
I’ll have to pull myself together because I’m starting to act very uncharacteristically.
“Is there anything other than this goulash soup?”
She is visibly embarrassed. She probably feels ashamed for her ignorance, although I no longer blame her. I like her embarrassment. It makes me smile. She smiles too and the waiter starts clearing his throat and grinning awkwardly.
I glare at him but he doesn’t get the message. Apparently, he doesn’t u
