Summary
At the birthday party, my boyfriend casually peeled a shrimp for his ex-girlfriend.
Everyone held their breath and looked at me.
After a brief pause, I put down my chopsticks.
Clapping my hands, I shouted, “Be together, be together!”
I nudged the people around me and said, “Why are you all just standing there? The mood is perfect-if they don’t kiss now, it just doesn’t make sense, right?”