“Seriousness is a fragile, delicate thread between bliss and tragedy.”

Her eyes widen. What did he say? She gasps air, holds for few seconds and let the tension with a loud exhalation go. He, sits in front of her, amused, watching her reaction with a smirk on his face. She slowly comes up from the squeaking leather sofa and walks to the open kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. With the glass in her right hand, she turns around and meets his eyes. His face, so close to her that she feels his breath on her nose. His smile disappears. He is utterly focused, staring into her eyes and whispering: “No. I mean it. I’m dead serious. But, I don’t understand, why are you so serious?”