kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“You still picked it out in the end, Google just gave you some suggestions.” Sophia shrugged, actually finding it quite cute that he’d gone as far as googling attractions in order to impress her while they were out. She smiled up at him, barely able to keep her hands, and lips, off the boy as she went up on her toys once more to peck his cheek. “That’s cute. I have no doubt that’ll I love it. ” The girl couldn’t hold back her grins much longer, the best side of her coming out all because she was walking hand in hand with someone she was truly infatuated with. “You honestly could take me anywhere and I’d be as happy if you took me to the top of the Eiffel Tower or the moon.”
“Well, that’s quite right. I just thought that you might like it because… the fountain and everything. It’s like the one in Philadelphia, except this one is better. The lights they put at night— it’s fascinating.” It wasn’t until then that he had realized the words of adoration he had been placing in a mere point of interest. Jasper closed his eyes at her touch, but then he cupped her cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. He’d wanted to say he loved her, but found the words were stuck in her throat. “And that’s something I genuinely love about you.” Was what he said instead, shooting her a soft smile.
