"If I like kissing him, does that make me gay?"
"I don't know... If my hair is brown, does that make me brunette?" Kenzie snarks, taking another bite of her roll. "I've got like fifteen minutes left until break's over. No thanks to you quitting, but don't worry, we've got a new one." She jerks her head to a guy at the counter nodding to a buying customer.
"Don't tell me you miss me," Elias preened.
"Fuck, no. Give me your new contact." She reached for his phone, checking it out. "Damn, you sure he hasn't touched your coochie?"
"Put in your number, Kenzie," Elias rolled his eyes, the heat from Kenzie's teasing quickly lost its effect.
"Is it a least big?" She raised a brow, typing in her number.
"What is?"
"His you know what?"
"No, I don't know what."
She gave him a flat look. "His shlong... Cock... Whatever you want to call it."
Elias looked behind her, to the ceiling, to the floor, and behind him. "What is wrong with you?" He cried with a groan. Kenzie shrugged.
