"i had always pictured you differently." you say.

"what? more beautiful?"

"no," you answer quickly. "no, i don't think so."

"then, what? how did you imagine me?"

"made of light. or made of smoke. a floating head. some type of body-less entity. i don't know what i was expecting. it's alarming to realize how human you are." you pause and look at me, studying my face. "i guess what it is is that i'm surprised you exist at all."

i laugh. "yeah, me too."