“you’re not talking, and that only makes me talk more.”
crazy, stupid, love sentence starters:
Pretty much the obvious. The only reason Gian can’t speak that moment is because of his sore throat. Spending the previous night in a busking club wasn’t the best idea given that he barely enjoyed the evening, and now ㅡ lost his voice. He wished to converse with the female well. Perhaps share more ranting than an actual discussion with her. But he simply cannot. There’s not even a decent hum that can rush through his mouth.
Apologetic, Gian furrowed his brows and gave the woman a short bow. He picked his small notebook from his pocket ㅡ always convenient on moments like this ㅡ and wrote his responds.
My bad. Let’s just go to a coffee shop and maybe a cup of tea would make my throat feel better. Don’t worry. It’s my treat this time.
