I giggled on a couch after repeat that random question to him.

"Well, I don't know which one is the first."

"Ummmm me either."  I smiled at him.

He walked over and took off that blue apron. His soft pancake always be my favorite with maple syrup from fresh market.   

"You have to put something on your belly."

"Yeah yeah, I know."

"Can you stop twittering for a sec?"

"Yes, for that wonderful pancake. I mean the best pancake in the world."

"That's overreact."  

His dimple showed. He was too shy to say any word. 

What a stupid question. Seriously.

My eyes is on screen. I sigh before grab a towel and walk into a baht.

Smell of his old colonge. Again? . Ah I thought that one I threw away was the last one.

Whatever.

I will go to bed, watch rerun of Friends and drink my hot cocoa with extra whip cream.

Good night. And please do not show your smiley face with that dimple in my dream, please.