You sat staring at the big screen playing worthy spectator of futbol. I pretended to “pick you up” and you acted annoyed, but still accepted the free drink and frites. My eyes fixated on your mouth, your hands feeding it ravenously. Gravy and melted clumps of cheddar residue on each finger. You licked and sucked loudly one by one. I offered you a napkin, but you dismissed my gesture.
“I’m still hungry,” you barked.
I began to protest, but could not resist your bad behavior. I flipped back my skirt to reveal a strapless strap on. Your eyes froze and suddenly glistened as you realized it had made a U-turn, waiting for oncoming traffic.
“Fuck me”.
I slid off the stool and towards the bathroom.
You followed.
Her mourning coffee 