Whatchu thinkin?

I remember hanging out, listening to music and doing very little other than looking into each other's eyes.  Brett and I had been together for just a few short weeks, and we were enamored.

He kept giving me these sly little smiles, so I asked, "Whatchu thinkin?"  A standard question of mine.

"Nothing," he said.  But I knew.  That look gave him away.

He was in love.