all that is left unsaid

Her eyebrows wrinkled together. She doubted her ears, but as if summoned, he said it again, just as clearly...
"Gorilla Munch."
His lips formed around each word, beating out each original syllable like a cadence on a cymbal.
Excitement rose in her, starling her from her visual hold on him. It was like a tingling in her stomach. Butterflies, some called it. When was the last time something made her feel like standing on the edge of a great thing?
She sucked breath through her her nose sharply, her eyes glistening. A smile split her face, she had to open her mouth slightly to accommodate.
He watched her too.
An eternity passed between them.