Daddy's little good bad boy
“No, last you heard, he wasn’t that bad, we went out for a drink and I realized he is kind of cute, and had a dimple that only showed if he chewed.”
I narrow my eyes at her, watching her explain through tiny slits, she dated him because he had a dimple that showed as he chewed? She rolled her eyes at me,
“People have dated for less, it’s dating, not solving world hunger, there’s no rhythm to that madness, no correct how to date manual.”
I take a spoonful of my cookie and cream, the cold sugar made it’s way down my throat as her words make sense to me, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, if Christopher had a bone to pick with me, he should rather say it to my face.