Christian talks nonstop.
He keeps shaking his head and narrowing his eyes, his hands moving animatedly while he tells me about..everything.
I keep reminding him that he shouldn't talk while he eats but that doesn't work. He's just very excited, and he doesn't appear to be too keen on the food, so he keeps breaking out with a new story every few minutes or so.
Eventually, when I realize I don't have a choice but pay attention, I sit back and do my best to look impressed.
After dinner, the housekeeper clears the table before she makes her exit while Christian and I walk upstairs together. He's grabbing my arm with his free hand, the fingers of his other hand laced with mine. He appears to be so happy to have me here and I'm just so glad that he likes me.
Upstairs, we walk down the ha
