Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss
Ethel you barely even dance with mehe sneaks glances at meguy glowing at tablegirlfriend stares at me
Denying it will give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was indeed checking him out so instead I roll my eyes and say, "I've seen better."
His smile doesn't falter, "You little liar, " he responds and dips the spoon back into the tub, scooping another bite.
Oreo flavoured, I realise. The ice cream is Oreo-flavoured.
I don't know what it is about that single discovery that momentarily disarms me. Maybe it's the fact that I never pegged him for an ice cream man much less an Oreo one. Or maybe it's because him eating ice cream at three am makes him just like the rest of us humans with indismissible late-night cravings