Coffee in Tea Shops

Tonight, while standing (metaphorically) across the room from each other, our eyes met. For a while, we stared at each other until I, feeling uncomfortable, had to look away.

Your nonchalance infuriates me but it also makes me admire you a little bit. It's kind of like the time we argued about tea shops and whether they did or did not serve coffee. You were right, and though I was loathe to admit it, I got an absolute kick out of that.

What I said:
Okay, goodnight.

What I wanted to say:
And when you're dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly