"Ooh, you look happy today!"
I tell him he's seeing things.
"Alright, sunshine. Who is he?"
I laugh. Really, I can't hold it back.
"Don't laugh! I know the signs!"
I laugh again. How can he tell?
"You're laughing, but those gold eyes are telling me I'm right! Who is he?"
I give up. I describe you, of course, but leaving out... minor details.
I tell him that you're one of the most intelligent people I know.
I tell him that you're beautiful (that should have tipped him off).
I tell him that I care about you more than I ever thought possible.
"He sounds like a great guy. You like him a lot, don'tcha?
He better not hurt you. Let me know if I have to beat him up for you."
I double over in laughter. He's a fool.
"But you still didn't tell me his name, sunshine. What is it?"*
I lean in close and grab his tie, which smells like the alcoholic drinks he mixes.
**"Her name is Rachel."
I've found a friend in Mark. He seems genuine and trustworthy. He is one of the people I look forward to seeing every Saturday night, standing behind the bar.