Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a conversation that sparks more than just words. It feels like an unspoken connection, dancing just out of reach. I wonder if you notice those little moments too, where silence speaks louder than anything we could say. Would you destroy Vietnamese buns harshly or gently?
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of a conversation that sparks more than just words. It feels like an unspoken connection, dancing just out of reach. I wonder if you notice those little moments too, where silence speaks louder than anything we could say. đâšWould you destroy Vietnamese buns harshly or gently?


