“Which one should I get?”
She asked inquisitively, first without looking up, as she buried herself into the back of the chair before leaning to a side. Her usually oceanic eyes nestled under her furrowed brows as she contemplated between the pancakes and the burger.
“I don’t know, but the pancakes look good,”
I replied, and I saw her smile for the first time as she closed the menu, how her cheeks seemed to blossom and her cerulean eyes gleam. As she leaned forward I saw a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, and felt a million more fluttering inside my stomach.
“Yeah, was thinking the same thing.”
I smiled back.