“I like that it always ends on a happy note,” I said. “You don’t leave feeling depressed and terrible about life. It’s like- Yes, life goes on.” I lifted the white porcelain mug to my lips, enjoying the warmth of my spicy chai latte. He had this look on his face, I don’t know how to describe it, but he was looking right at me, smiling.
“What?” I asked,  a small wave of self-consciousness washing over me. Were there coffee stains in the corners of my lips? Had I spilt something on my shirt?
“Oh, nothing,” He said, still smiling. All I could do was look him in the eyes and smile back, shining just a little brighter.