Mr. Scientist (Cecilos)

Lab Coat

Cecil comes back with two plates of waffles and two cups of coffee. I smile as he walks in.

"Now these aren't frozen waffles. I made them from scratch." He says.

"Oo, a man who loves to cook."

Cecil sits down on the bed and places he cups on the night stand and a plate on my lap and a plate on his. He smiles as he eats and I smile slightly. Cecil has a beautiful smile, and I wish that we can be together, possibly forever, but the fact we barely have met concerns me I guess.

In the corner of my eye I see something squirming and dancing. I look up slightly and realize it is Cecil's tattoos. That is very scientifically interesting. He catches me looking and I mindlessly ask him, "Doesn't that tickle when your tattoos move?"

I shock myself because of my question. He answers calmly with, "Oh no, I can't feel anything. I guess it's because I'm used to it. But it bugs me big time when I have an itch."

I look down at my plate and smile. I love how he speaks. So calmly. So smoothly. It's so very soothing. I absolutely love it.

I love him.