Chicken Gazers

Today, we had my favorite dinner: marinated chicken. When my uncle brought it out, I was overwhelmed by the heavenly smell. We couldn't eat yet because we had to wait for everyone to come to the table, so I had to just sit there, that tantalizing chicken right there, and I couldn't eat it. So I just gazed at it, drooling. I've gazed at boys that way, but more nonchalantly.