and then a stream of them, at a sunny office, unusual for London weather, can mean so much. I take it back, maybe it does not mean much but it is so beautiful and cheers my soul up. The way you smile when you offer me a chocolate, listen me explain a piece of new math, and while looking into my eyes... I like the way you look at me, with a genuine curiosity.
You apologize for the disorder of office, and I tell "it is nice there", you smile again...I leave the room, although I want to stay more.
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