Scene: a loft in Gallery Row, downtown Los Angeles
In the mornings I sometimes catch him as I’m getting ready for work. The suited man, without the suit still has his endearing moments.
Our chatter changes course like a stream of consciousness- from, this morning, banter about which documentary for him to watch to… bitching about the travesty that is panini.
“They take this delicious bread and they ruin it and call it a sandwich.” Bitch bitch bitch.
“Quick, name three foods you love. Ready, set, go!” I clap and throw my hand his way.
“Lobster. Prime rib. Oysters.”
“Positivity Mr. Humbug!”
“You still like me.” he said with a smile as he drifted into a deeper tangent about food.
I kissed his cheeks and didn’t reply. He looked up at me and stopped. He gave me those eyes. I’m a sucker for those eyes.
“You’re alright I guess.”