Duck Lake he gives the world its saddest sound

Very quickly he caught on to the way she watched his lips move. There was the same intensity as a stargazer read the heavens. She was either very attracted to him, or she was reading his lips. Are you deaf? he asked, sure to enunciate so that the words formed clearly both visually and aurally. Wait, lo siento, that was rude to ask, he stumbled.

She introduced herself monosyllabically. Sriracha returned the introduction in kind, though with more verbosity. Charmed, Kessa. My name is Sriracha, he said, smiling.