on repeat.

in our studio you work, i come in with a tray full of your favorite treats: tim tams, shortbread, peanut m&ms, those jelly cups i spontaneously brought from that asian supermarket down the road, as you— turn and smile that same imperfect parabolic curve of your mouth that i fell in love with. we sit down in front of the window of our stuffy little studio and count the people walking below.