The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

“It's an old story," Julia says, leaning back in her chair. "Only for me, it's n…”

“The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, …”

“This is no longer restlessness--it's recklessness. At first we're walking hand …”

“I use the chopsticks to outline the biggest heart possible. Then I use the Swee…”