"That guy's gay!" Mateo blurts out, throwing his hands into the air as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
I follow his gaze and instantly shake my head in disbelief. "What? No way. His tongue is literally halfway down that chick's throat!" I hiss back, gesturing discreetly toward the couple tangled together just a few feet away. My eyebrows shoot up, daring him to argue against something so blatantly obvious.
Mateo doesn't miss a beat. He leans forward, his blue-stained lips quirking into a smug grin as he slurps loudly on his slushie. "Yeah, yeah, sure… he's kissing her. But look where his eyes are, Blueie." He points with his straw toward the storefront across from us. "He's not looking at her. He's looking at the poster with the Calvin Klein underwear model. And unless I'm mistaken", Mateo pauses for dramatic effect, sipping again before continuing, "the model happens to be male."
