Mafia Tech Bro
“Christof—ARE YOU INSANE?”
“Frequently,” I chuckled.
She ran around the cars, heels clicking wildly against the stone, laughing, squealing, stopping every few seconds just to stare again like they might disappear if she blinked.
The staff member filming tried to keep up as Pepa jumped up and down like an excited school girl.
“These are MINE?” she shouted. “You got me TWO?!”
“For different moods,” I said calmly. “You have them.”
She launched herself at me, arms around my neck, kissing my cheek, my jaw, anywhere she could reach. “I can’t breathe. I actually can’t breathe. I’m crying. Am I crying?”
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