He had been on his phone for a while now. How rude must he be? I looked at him and traced his sharp jawline with my eyes. His facial features were well structured and beautiful. He was still deeply engrossed when I looked up at him. He was simply perfect.
I know because I had been watching the courtyard and counting without meaning to, the way you count things when you are trying to look like you are not paying attention to something else. Eleven minutes of his thumb moving across the screen, his jaw set in that particular way, the food in front of him half finished and cooling and entirely forgotten.
I ate my fish.
It was extraordinary fish, the kind that made you understand why people dedicated their lives to cooking, and I was not going to let it go cold on my account just because m
