We already dated for a month or so, but that night you gave me that look for the very first time. I think I was talking with a friend or something, and you looked at me with those blue, almost silver-coloured eyes. I was confused, for that was the gaze of someone who was intimidated, yet interested. You were not ashamed to keep staring at me as if I was someone who was about to harm you. I forgot about that the next time I saw you.
It was a Wednesday, 1pm. We were going to have lunch in a place I had reserved one week ago. I did not understood why, but that day you were unbearable. You complained how impolite was to talk in the metro (something I and many always do), you were complaining how loud was my voice even if we already knew each other for almost 3 months. You were complaining about the place, how crowded it was, how ugly it was and how you did not liked the food. After an unpleasant meal, you “threated” me by saying you did not liked the date and you were going to leave. At this time, I was confused and worried. I felt it was my bad. I took it lightly and convinced you to chill and have coffee with me. I asked where you preferred to go or if you had any preference in the coffee. You always answered, “I dunno, whatever”. After an entire afternoon of mostly awkward silence and that angry mood of yours. I decided to invite you over my place to have some drinks, as I do know alcohol makes you meeker.