Mate me at Hollywood
I joke, ending the conversation there and walking into the party.
Lena is at the bar, holding a stemmed Chardonnay glass. I sneak up and hug her from behind.
"Leenie," she coos, and I just know she’s smiling, even though I can’t see her yet.
I loosen my grip, and she turns in my arms. Yep. There it is. She’s smiling — exactly like I knew she would.
"Baby.." I say, taking in her Halloween outfit. A tight black bodysuit hugs her every curve as a thin tail sways behind her. She even has little whiskers drawn on her cheeks and a choker around her neck. "You're the cutest kitten on earth."