My partner looked at me and said:
“You can go deeper.” π
I froze for a second.
Then smiled confidently.
I moved a little closer.
They looked at me strangely.
“What are you doing?”
I whispered:
“Going deeper.”
They pointed at the cupboard.
“I meant reach deeper. The snacks are at the back.”
I stood there in silence.
Apparently, my imagination
had entered the conversation before I did.
And once again, romance lost to food. π
