Flor: Don’t be crazy. Tell me every detail.
John: Okay. Okay I will…
They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn’t do it— staring is the only way that makes sense. And trying not to blink, so you don’t miss anything.
…And all of that and you’re you. —Forgive me. It’s just that you are drop-dead, crazy-gorgeous. So much so, that I’m actually considering looking at you again before we finish up here.