*originals*
Lightening her mood is my presumed, pleasurable duty. Out of the
blue, getting my throat closer to the phone, I say, "You know your voice
is like music, like magic!"
"Hmm," she mumbles indifference."It soothes my soul," I render my statement reason and support.
"Mhmm," I can see it working in her melting voice.
"Your lips are like chocolate!" So I continue.
She chooses to project her interest, "Hmmmm..?"
"I love to eat them."
"Hahaha! Hehe!!" It's working. It's working. It's working!
"Your eyes..."
She's eager of course, "Hmm-hmm??"
"Your eyes are like..umm..lemme see!" A dramatic pause, the situation craves. Suits me. For the climax I avail thought.
"Mmm...bolooo!" Impatience, coherent, her volume resonates.
"Your eyes are like RED-CARPET," I grandly announce.
A delighted laughter ensues. And a confused "Eh?"
I'm silent. But her eager mumble interrogates. A deep breath, a smile and I feed her intrigue, "They make me feel like a superstar!"
"Awe, you're too good man," comes almost as reflex.
"That is perhaps the best thing I've said to you by far."
"Yeah." She smiles through the phone. Mission accomplished.
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