Talking Sans Novels & Stories

He was just staring at me. "How do I look? Do you think I should wear makeup?" He shook his head. "No need, you look good without that stuff." I rolled my eyes half a laugh. "Tell me the truth, are you still looking forward to my treat? I did not want to disappoint you, Sage, but I am serious, I did not bring cash." We burst into laughter. Honestly, I already missed the coffee shop where we were used to going whenever we felt like going. -

Trust me to be dramatic. "Talk. Less. Less talk. Talkless. You don't know what talkless is? Seriously? Everyone knows. You know, right?" I pointed my finger at the guy with brown eyes beside him, who leaned back at my rapid pointing. "No. I don't actually," he replied nervously. I sighed. "Who talks? People. Those who talk, can talk, right? So talkless means those who can't talk. Simple," I explained as they looked at me as if I had grown another head.