Hi, Boyfriend!
They stared like I’d grown an extra head.
“What the… You’re really his boyfriend?” the boy asked.
I chuckled, loving the drama.
Couldn’t believe something like this could make me feel good.
I picked up the smoothie—looked like vomit but tasted surprisingly nice—and took a sip.
“Thanks for the smoothie,” I said, handing the boy a folded, slightly stained fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
The boy opened the drawer, but I waved him off. “You guys keep it.”
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly.