Slurp

We sat at a bench near a wide big meadow. While seeing the dog drinking some water from the lake not hearing him drinking at all, the leaves were playing cello. Red Bull I held in my hand. ,,you slurp?" ,,who does not?", you say while looking at me concerned: ,,you're a weird human. When you slurp the drink just tastes better. And then this ahhhhh in the end." ,,hahahahh stoppp, I hate people doing thatt", ,,whyy? Or I also always accidently smack my lips while eating. I just eat really quick." ,,eww, stop it" His hand reached the back of the bench: ,,man, you don't understand the construct of a Human mind." I felt a jacket my body covering, even though we had such an distand, I felt held. ,,hahahahha" ,,what?" ,,I am just like that. I loveee to crack my fingers or neck even though some people say I might day our blood doesn't come through anymore. Or when I am eating not scooping always to my side, I mean the Tomato of my sister at the back seems kinda delicoius. You rose your eyebrows. You had always a chilly attitude but your bodylanguage wasn't laid back kinda, you came near and stood still. ,,yooo, you scare me" I say. ,,chill, there's something beneath your theeth" ,,good to know" ,,mhm"