Too Many Details by Dean Samnang

We were walking outside to get some fresh air. The party was as exciting as talking to a wall. In contrast, our conversation was free flowing, smooth, and energetic. She was my best friend. I stopped and faced her. Her back was against one of the parked cars. I teased her by saying some dumb shit I usually say. I noticed her eyes drifting towards mine and down to my lips every so often and I stopped talking, mustered every ounce of courage, and went in. It honestly felt nice and I can’t explain it any better.