“This is the second time I’ve walked up to you and seen that look on your face.” “What look?” Apparently, I just repeat everything he says now. But the intensity in his eyes has triggered a rush of anxiety. “The look that says you want more.” “I want more … And what more do I want?” He continues to study me. “I don’t know. Just more. It’s like … a mixture of boredom, dissatisfaction, frustration, and yearning.”
