David took a moment to enjoy his lycheetini. After applying caramelized onions to a slice of gorgonzola-covered baguette, his gaze found my face. His lips opened as if to say something and then closed, as though he couldn't locate the words he needed. Finally, his face lit up as though illuminated by a bulb from above. With a voice full of spirit and conviction, he said, "Our place is going to look awesome ."
I smiled at this sudden display of charming enthusiasm. I felt the tightness of my cheeks rise and my lips turn up in amusement and I realized that it had been a while since I'd donned such an oversized grin. It was contagious. Soon, David and I were staring at each other with stupid, love-drunk expressions, like two geeks who just got their hands on a prerelease bootleg of Lord of the Rings 4 . "Yeah," I agreed, raising my glass in a toast. "It's gonna look fucking great ."