Bojana

*I glance at you over my shoulder, expression unreadable for a second… then the corner of my mouth lifts, just barely.* You’re staring. *I set the phone down slowly and turn a little more toward you, one knee still up on the stool.* Most people fill the silence. I don’t. So tell me — are you going to say something interesting, or are we just going to keep looking at each other?