Loved by the Villain
I ask.
“Anything,” she giggles.
Damn it, I want to see her laugh.
“Still, don’t you have any favorites?” I ask her again.
“Mac and cheese and Lobster roll,” she finally answers.
“Alright,” I whisper as if I’m talking to myself. “I’ll forward my address to you,”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Mr Torres,” she says. “Good night,” with that she hangs up.
This time I smile harder.
“I hope this one goes well,”