“Don’t you want to know something?” I think it has been ten minutes since I sat here, in front of him. A ten long silent minutes, just staring somewhere, then back at him, and then to somewhere again. I just couldn’t find the right words to ask, as I don’t know where I should even start.
There are many questions, and that’s my problem right now, as I couldn’t think of anything to start the conversation between us. He was just staring at me for the whole minutes that he was sitting there ever since we entered this kitchen.
“I do. But that’s maybe the problem.”
“What’s the problem?” He frowned as he might be curious about what I am talking about.
“Nothing. Forget about that.” I said, that made him frown even more, but he didn’t say anything, just like what I did after.
But to think
