#Chapter82
/"It has to be that good if you have that creepy ass smile on your face./" Face goes poker looking at her sitting opposite me as we enjoy the wind with our refreshment.
/"What creepy ass smile?/" Feigning innocence holding the boisterous laugh threatening to burst out. Of course I was having a smile, not a creepy one as she defines. Simply dwelling in my new fond memories of this morning.
/"You know...that one like./" Imitating something close to a satisfied dicked down smile. Trust me; her face is far from what mine depicts. Puffing out air through her lips throwing her hands in the air actually bored of my feigned appearance.
