Dove
"I ordered you a drink," Benecio passed me a strawberry milkshake when I sat down, "They didn't have a matcha."
I looked at him with my lips twisted before I chuckled when he attempted to take a sip. Quickly taking it from his hands I thanked him and took a hearty sip, "Do you like your tattoo?"
"I love it," he beamed, "In fact I'm going to get it done as soon as I get back to Miami. I texted my artist."
I blew air through my lips, "You don't have too. I'll make you a better one when I have time."
"I like this one," he shrugged, "And I meant it when I said I want you to design something for me. What's better than a miniature me? You even got the butt right." I didn't expect the laughter that bubbled out of my throat as he grinned. "You have a cute smile. Goofy but cute."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"A compliment," he winked, "You're prettier when you smile. You ain't so cute when you cry."
I gasped, mortified that he had noticed. "Don't start."
