"I sat there - mesmerized, dazed with a permanent smile as he spoke about his job. He must have noticed how unwavering my gaze was, as he began a new sentence with a slight pause to make sure I was listening. I stayed silent, coffee in my right hand, eyes locked with his despite everyone else in the room. I was listening. I never stopped. I expected that any moment he would become uncomfortable with my stare - but he didn't. He didn't look away or distract himself. Instead, he challenged me. His amber, golden irises lit up as he started to laugh. Maybe I wasn't exactly listening, but I laughed at him anyway. I forced myself to utter a reply, reassuring him I was at least kind of listening and not completely wasted on the drunken-haze of his eyes." Is this what I had been losing sleep over? Maybe it was going too fast - was I nervous? Was I breathing? Was I too quiet? I suddenly didn't know what to do with my hands, my fingers, my arms - I had arms...