"A Taste of Silent Love"
The moment I speak to you...
That very moment becomes my universe...
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Both of them stepped into the dining area, and Richer smiled as he said,
"Ramish, are you in the mood to eat something?"
Ramish, in a tired yet gentle tone, replied,
"Order whatever you like, Richer. After all that fun and running around, I'm really hungry."
Richer chuckled softly.
"That's fine, but if you give me a little suggestion, it'll be easier."
Ramish glanced around for a moment and then said softly,
"Richer, how about we try some fast food?"
Richer nodded in agreement.
"Sounds good. Problem solved. You sit down — I'll go place the order."
Ramish smiled, gently took Richer's hand, seated him, and said,
"No, I'll go myself. You just tell me what you like in fast food."
Richer looked at him lovingly and said,
"Whatever you bring, I'll eat."
Ramish insisted,
"Still, tell me at least one thing you like."
Richer replied gently,
"Ramish, I really like burgers and fries. The rest, whatever you order, I'll happily eat — no worries."
Ramish froze for a second, enchanted by the softness and sincerity in Richer's tone. There was something pure and beautiful in his expression. Suddenly, Ramish leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Richer's forehead.
Richer blinked in surprise.
"What was that, Ramish?"
Ramish smiled faintly and said,
"When you look this adorable, how am I supposed to control my heart?"
A shy blush colored Richer's cheeks. He looked at Ramish affectionately and said softly,
"Go on now, quickly place the order…"
Ramish smiled.
"Alright, I'll order from that shop across the way."
Richer nodded in approval.
Ramish went to the counter and said,
"Sir, I'd like to order one pizza, two burgers, fries, and two Soft Drink."
The shopkeeper responded politely,
"Sir, we have a special deal that includes everything you've ordered — plus our special cake — all for the same price. Shall I place that for you?"
Ramish smiled slightly.
"Sure, go ahead."
After paying the bill, he asked,
"Could you please serve it to our table?"
The shopkeeper replied respectfully,
"Of course, sir. Please have a seat; we'll serve you in about fifteen minutes."
When Ramish returned, he found Richer occupied with his phone.
"Something important?" he asked.
Richer looked up.
"No, just browsing randomly."
Ramish gently took the phone from his hand and set it aside.
"Now put this away. I'm here — talk to me."
He sat down across from Richer. Richer teased,
"You said you wanted to talk, but you're just staring at me."
Ramish smiled.
"Then you start a conversation."
Richer smirked.
"Forget the talking, Ramish. You should buy yourself some more clothes, shoes, and stuff."
Ramish replied seriously,
"No, what we've already bought is enough. I don't need more. You've already gotten me some pretty expensive clothes."
Richer insisted a little,
"Ramish, why do you worry so much about money? I'm here — get whatever you want."
Ramish shook his head softly.
"No, it's not necessary."
Richer's tone turned slightly playful yet firm.
"No, you should get something more."
Ramish said teasingly,
"So if I choose something, you'll buy it for me?"
Richer laughed.
"Yes, I will."
Ramish chuckled.
"Careful — I might pick something really expensive."
Richer smiled warmly.
"No matter how expensive it is, I'll still get it for you."
Ramish grinned.
"Alright then. Let's eat first, and don't forget your promise."
Richer's eyes sparkled.
"I won't. Don't worry."
Just then, the waiter arrived with their food and placed it on the table.
Richer's face lit up as he said,
"Wow, Ramish! You really ordered so well — this looks great!"
Ramish smiled softly and said,
"My love, why wouldn't the order be perfect? Just look whom I've ordered it for."
Richer chuckled lightly.
"You always say the most amusing things."
Ramish replied gently,
"And my beautiful words exist only because of you."
Richer blushed slightly, lowering his gaze.
"Alright, let's start eating then."
Ramish picked up the plate in front of Richer and set it aside, placing his own plate in the center.
Then, with tenderness in his voice, he said,
"Richer, I want to eat from the same plate as you."
Richer looked at him deeply, as if searching for something in his eyes, then quietly slid plate toward Ramish.
"No, you eat comfortably."
When Richer reached for the plate on the side, Ramish gently caught his hand.
"Richer, is there any problem with eating from the same plate as me?"
Richer noticed the uneasiness on Ramish's face and replied softly,
"No, there's no problem."
Ramish smiled, picked up the fork and knife, and cut a small piece of pizza, placing it on the plate between them.
"Then let's begin."
Richer nodded.
Ramish lifted a small piece of pizza with his fork and extended his hand toward Richer.
Richer looked puzzled.
"What now?"
Ramish silently gestured for him to take the bite — "Eat this from my hand."
But Richer shook his head.
"I can eat it myself."
When Richer tried to bring the fork to his mouth, Ramish gently held his hand, took the piece himself, and ate it. Then he softly placed a kiss on Richer's hand.
Richer smiled, glancing around, and whispered,
"People are watching, be careful."
Ramish leaned closer and murmured,
"Eat this from my hand, then I'll let go and quietly finish my meal."
Richer smiled faintly and took the bite from Ramish's hand. Ramish then released his hand.
"Richer, by the way, eating from your hands has its own pleasure."
Richer pointed the stick at Ramish with a little annoyance and said,
"Now eat quietly. Don't talk so much."
Ramish smiled.
"How can I stay silent when love itself is sitting right in front of me?"
Richer, half-annoyed, cut another piece of pizza and began eating, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Ramish.
Ramish whispered,
"I want you to keep looking at me like that — maybe one day you'll fall in love with me."
Despite himself, Richer couldn't help but smile.
"Stop it just eat, please."
Ramish chuckled softly.
"Richer, keep smiling like this always. Your smile is dearer to me than anything else in the world."
Richer's expression softened. He cut a piece of pizza and offered it to Ramish.
Ramish looked surprised, then quietly took the bite.
They finished everything except the cake.
Richer said with satisfaction,
"It was really good — and we were both pretty hungry too."
Ramish smiled.
"That's true."
He scooped up a small piece of cake with a spoon and offered it to Richer.
Richer ate it, but a little cream remained on the spoon.
Ramish brought the same spoon to his lips, tasted the cream, and said with a playful smile,
"This cream tastes even sweeter now that it's touched your lips."
Then softly added,
"Richer, your lips are softer and smoother than this cream — like rose petals kissed by dew."
Richer lowered his gaze, his cheeks tinted with a shy warmth.
He quietly continued eating his cake.
"Finish it quickly," he said in a low voice. "Then we'll go — you can choose whatever you like."
Ramish smiled gently.
"Alright."
As they finished their cake, Richer called the waiter.
"Bring the bill, please."
The waiter bowed slightly.
"Sir, the gentleman has already paid."
Richer turned to Ramish in surprise, but Ramish just looked away and kept eating his cake silently.
"Why did you do that?" Richer asked softly.
Ramish smiled.
"The cake was delicious. Come on, finish yours — then we'll go."
They ate the last bites in quiet peace.
But when they looked into each other's eyes, that same soft warmth lingered —
as if, in the fading light of evening, time itself had stopped to watch them.