The stare was a face off - the kind of face off children did in the name of pudding cups. But you know what pudding cups were? Fat. And it wasn’t something Collin wanted in his body, but here he was, staring because he didn’t want to lose.
She broke it.
“Sweetheart, you’re the one who’s going to have to leave. Your calendar says you have an appointment at 2, and we all know you’re too afraid to skip.”
The smirk was a new one. Annoyed and sarcastic. “Yeah, shocking I’m dedicated to my job instead of scamming people.”
“Always talking like you’re better than everyone else. Your superiority complex hasn’t changed.”
His tongue ran across his teeth. “Superiority?” There was a rant on the tip of his tongue, but the time on the computer said there wasn’t enough to take action. “I’m not doing this with you. I’ve got somewhere I need to be.”
“Don’t you always?”
“Then I guess we’ll have to reschedule.” Sarcasm, my friend.
“8 o’clock then. Dinner. Your treat.”
(Source: victormancini)
- 12.14.11
- victormancini
