"So I take it this little hole in the wall isn't open to everybody?"
"No, I suppose not" he scrunches his eyebrows having the audacity to genuinely look surprised as if just now realizing that fact
He can't be serious, then again it's not his fault, just Capitalism at its finest, something I wouldn't expect the young master to ever have to worry about
"What's under the bowl?" I pointed to the silver bowls covering the main dish which got him giddy scooting off the bed to the center table throwing his hoodie onto the chair leaving him in a sleeved Tee exposing his bare arms
It was a sight to behold, they looked strong and very toned but what caught my eye was the swirling black ink that crawled up his arm from a little below his elbow, up his bicep disappearing under his Tee, if he caught me staring he didn't show it l, too busy with the dish he looked so proud of he didn't notice my less than respectful wandering eyes
