how did he know?

he wanted me to decide between the impanema beach salad and the spinach and chicken quesadillas. i couldn't. so he suggested we rock paper scissors for it. i wanted to tell him to order the quesadillas, but he spoke too fast. he said that way either it'll force you to tell me what you really want right now, or i'll see from your face whether your happy or disappointed after we play. how could i tell him then? but the waitress came over too quickly, i think it was closer to closing time than i like to be, so we didn't have time to play for it, so he asked me again, and when he looked at me i said i really could go for either, and then he smiled and said we'll have the quesadillas. how did you know, i said. and he just said, i know you.

this morning, lying in bed, i said i have a doctor's appointment today. and he said oh. then he said, you know you don't have to get on the pill. i didn't tell him, but he knew. i really don't want to. i'd been thinking i might not. i like to think that anything's possible. that if it's meant to happen it will. i thought it would be good to go to the doctors, and that i'd get a prescription, and that then i would decide whether to fill it. i would tell him, but i hadn't yet. so how did he know?