Falling for You
He's the one who asked me to Balance for desserts and has seemed genuinely interested in what I have to say all night.
"Sure?"
"Yeah. I think I just fell into a bit of a sugar coma there for a bit."
He smiles a crooked half smile that brings out a little indentation below the right corner of his mouth.
"What happened there?" I ask, pointing to the spot but not touching.
"Where?"
"By your lip. When you smile, I see it. But when you're not smiling I don't. It's a scar, right?"
He watches me for a moment, head turned to the side before he nods slowly. "Yeah. I, uh, was running in the house, tripped and fell, head butting the kitchen cupboards. The handle jabbed into my lip."