he swallowed the final morsel of cheesecake
painstakingly licked his fork clean
his long slender fingers
sent his fork careening towards the table
dabbed his mouth dry
with a pearly white napkin
he positioned it on the table beside his onyx black plate
his hands arranged themselves into a church and steeple

those indigo eyes
scrutinizing my anxious countenance
waiting for me to make the initial move
he laughed
a towering drawn-out cackle
“*no*” he said
he walked off

what a waste of cheesecake

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