Hello, stranger

His eyes widen and a certain emotion is expressed by his facade. He must be impressed by my definition of love. Crudely, he places the fork down with the food still at its edge with a clink against the rich ceramic plate as he begins clapping a bit embarrassingly.

"What are you doing!?" I hiss, because I didn't want to attract any good or bad eyes while I'm eating. He pats my hand softly and says, "I'm truly impressed! But I've also got to tell you." His expression falls on a lower spectrum of happiness.

"That's a bit superficial." He says. And here I was thinking I gave the most realistic definition for love. I shake my head and take a bite while saying, "I can't be any real-er than that."

"Well, if you want your love to win against these competitors, you have to get the real definition of love."

"Um... tell me then. I'm a layman." His charming smile is brought upto his face again. He leans back on his seat, eyes slowly closing as if he has no care in this world.

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