...my night

Here I am, stucked in the Jakarta's night traffic jam, I decided to stop by at my ussual place in Bakti to have a plate of fried rice for the dinner.
After standing for a while, watching a man prepared the fried rice for other customer and ordered my new customize fried rice, I took a seat.
There they are, seated in front of me a young couple, ate their fried rice in silince. The boy had finished its fried rice first while the girl still enjoyed her fried rice.
Suddenly, without any command, the girl moved her full of fried rice's spoon to the boy's mouth, which instantly open....
....
I'm still amazed how love can easier people to communicate
(or it should be the other way around ya?)