First Step

There were many times he wanted to sleep with me or sleep next to me but I refused. He always hinted, he gave me signals and worst of all, he sometimes just pulled me down without a warning to lay next to him. In such manner, I usually obliged for a good 10 minutes and when he starts to get a little intimate, I'll give an excuse to leave.

I know the frustration. I have mine too. He often asked me why. I always tell him that I do not want to ruin whatever we have right now that is still perfect to me. He is always ever so patient with me. With a smile, he always replies carefully with the right choices of words which are undeniably true.

 

He said it's the same like how we are getting to know each other but this time is more physically intimate. We will have to learn to know each other's ways, habits and sometimes interest too. It is still part of a relationship process like how we've grown to love each other's company.

He became so much hotter over the years as compared to when I know him. We went to the same college, and he was this thin nerdy guy who always joins me for meals and group studies. Now, he's been transformed to this so-called young chiseled lad that made every head's turn for another good look at him.

We both came out to each other nearing our final year of studies. And we agreed to be best friends. He confesses about his feelings to me 1 year ago after our friendship of 8 years after. I didn't want to rush into it because I really treasure our friendship of honesty for each other. Today, that same feeling came back again by not wanting to ruin our years of friendship, just by sleeping with each other. To me, it's going to end if we ever sleep together. Honestly, I felt so undesirable around him.

Again, permission was asked, and this time around, I agreed. We were going to try it tonight. It was a Friday night. I was really nervous and he was equally as anxious as I am. So, I put down my guard and stayed over at his place with anticipation that everything is going to be over quickly and breezy.

That weekend, alright I have to admit, was really mind blowing. My weekend. No, wait, our weekend was like those animals from the Discovery Channel.

We ordered delivery, we continued exploring. We put on some tv shows, and when there's a hint of love scene, we couldn't stop ourselves from wanting each other. We deliberately forget what's outside the world because we were in the room since Friday night. We were so sore and so tired but we wanted more of such "weekends" together.

On the bed, he lie on top of my stomach, facing the ceiling and said to me, "I'm officially yours and you're officially mine. There's no turning back."

I looked down at him and touched his rugged dimpled cheek and smiled at him and say, "You are forever my all. I think we'll be on this adventure together for a very very long time."

He giggled. Climbed on to me. Kissed me. And the rest was history with our inner mystery of true physical discovery that longed to be treasured for the rest of our lives.

He.

Indulge

He is still busy with his work and I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. He was seated right there opposite me on the bar staring seriously at his computer typing away. ("Honey, it is called a laptop, come on!") He usually argues with me because I just love teasing him. Dinner preparation was easy because he only wanted a simple sandwich and he asked me to eat with him, I protested but he insists as he was poking my bulging tummy. Fine, I obliged. He said is for my good. Fine, I obeyed.

We finished dinner, and he told me to go wash up so that he could clean up the kitchen for me. Again, I told him that if he is still busy, leave the kitchen to me. He stole a kiss from me and gave me a stern command, "Go! I insist! Now!" I cannot control myself from smiling, and his expression still remains that stern looking face. I couldn't contain myself by giving him a kiss back in return from what he has stolen from me. He hugged me and said "You stink! But I still love you." I pushed him off with a fake pretense that I was offended. He burst into a hysterical laughter and pulled me back into his naked arms as he buried his face into my hair. "Gawd, you're mine tonight."

I always enjoyed every inch of his warmth embrace and I will never forget to tell him every morning when we were trying to get out of bed. Sometimes, we get into this little sexy session after the morning struggle of getting our hands off each other. It has been 7 years, we are still very much in love despite all the little arguments we had on our little insecurities. Assurance aside, we are still very adult about our relationship. 

Bath was great, I quickly dry myself off and slip on my favorite cotton boxers and was ready to go to bed. As I open the door, he was already sound asleep on the bed. Wait... how long was I in there? He must have been burnt out with all the work he was doing just now. Paper stacks were every where on the bar but now, it was all cleared up. Kitchen was spic and span and he was already in bed snoring away. How is he my man when I don't deserve that sort of tender loving care he has for me. Gawd, I love him so.

So, I switched off the lights in the hall and indulge myself by lying down on our big sofa to catch myself some good old TV. "I Love Lucy" was on and it is my favorite because Lucille Balls never fails to crack me up most of the time. And I didn't know it was a rerun until the end of Season 6. Eventually, I fell asleep without my knowledge and he came. Quietly tip toeing his way towards my direction. (That's what he says but I never believe him.)

He took off my boxers and whispered "Shhh, it's me" and climbed on the couch in front of me with his favorite quilt to cover us together. He whispered to me, "I'm naked too." I exhaled and smiled and let him hugged me from the front. We were facing each other as we were trying to sleep. I could feel his leg intertwine with mine, and we were trying to rub each other off (as a sign of naughtiness) until we found our comfort positions. (Trust me, we were both excited by then.)

He puts my head towards his chest as I cuddled inside him. We were both silent for just a little while more and I just realized he didn't take his bath. So, I uttered "You stink too! But I love you too. Always." His body shakes as he was laughing and STILL rubbing himself up against me even harder to prove a point that he's responding to my confession.

He is my man. The man I always love. He is my all.

We'd rather sleep on the couch that very night.

I Want It Normal 02

**6 years ago**

I just moved into the city not too long after I was being evicted by the company I'm still working for. Duration was only for a month in their provided hostel stay for me to look around for a new place. It's their company's policy, so they've said.

Days before my eviction, I stumbled upon this place where it has all these big houses around that part of the residential area, in which I found a place with 4 rooms with bathroom, each! 3 guys were living in there and they'd welcome me in with no hesitation.

They were all very hospitable towards my arrival. And they were all actually there to wait for my arrival and host me into the room with much warmth and passion. As I stepped into the house, they came by to help with my luggage and accessories. I was so humbled by their actions.

They introduced themselves to me in this order:

                1. Glenn (the White, a Ballet dancer)

                2. Isaiah (the Black, a Physician)

                3. Angelo (the Hispanic, a Cook)

I was unpacking my stuff, and they told me they are willing to help. Of course, I kindly rejected their offer but they insist of doing so. They agreed in unison that the unpacking serves more of an ice breaker than an awkward silence by just staring at me. I laughed.

I told them where I'm from with my ethnicity background. They couldn't stomach both the country and heritage that I was in. All I could do is to be amused by their confusion and hope they'll get it someday. They seem like a fun bunch to be with, and I think they are good friends.

They love their barbecue session. They held it at least once a month on a lovely Saturday evening with loads of meat and boost. They will talk just about anything til the next morning. They sing, they dance, and they just know how to have fun.

My daily routines are my morning runs before I head on to work. The idea of a fresh mind and serves me better in a pressure cooker environment, such as Wall Street. I will get to the financial district by bus on time daily.

So, it has been 2 weeks, waiting at that same spot before the bus arrived. And it has always been the 2 of us waiting at this area, same time same place. He never fails to greet me with a smile and I always nod with a simple morning acknowledgment.

I will continue reading and he will continue staring aimlessly into the air space until the bus arrived.

The weekend came, and on that Saturday morning, I was ready to go for my grocery shopping. I heard chats and laughter in the kitchen in regards with the barbecue they planned for tonight (I was cordially invited) as I headed down the staircase.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I'm seeing 4 people instead of 3.

4 heads turned towards my direction.

The new guy head tilted front like a turtle.

I gulped with familiarity with my eyes widen.

"Errr..." I startled. He seems familiar. My forehead squint and was still searching for this face in my head…

"No way, you're the guy from the bus station!" He exclaimed.

I gave away my “Aha!” expression.

The other 3 heads in the kitchen were back and forth with me and him.

I'm taken aback as he remembers.

He seems awfully excited to see me.

And we both stared while the rest were all looking our way waiting for someone to say the next best thing.

I Want It Normal 01

I was sitting on a bench in the park, drinking my water from my jogging exhaustion. Sweating away my recent 6 months break from Nolan. The mourning period was haunting me for the first 5 months and I could not stand the fact that he was still living in my head. I could not get him out of my mind. His voice, his scent, his touch and his care for me. He was so-called the perfect guy in everyone's eyes but not me. And who am I to him? I have yet to figure it out.

It was exactly 3 minutes, my phone rang. Screen shot up with this caller ID -- "Nolan My All". 

Wait, am I still having an illusion that he was still calling me? Was there hope? Was there something that might change his mind for what we've agreed the past 6 months? Quickly, I picked it up and he sounded a tad bit anxious:

"Hey!" I was trying very hard to sound positively convincing while panting.

"Hey Ethan, is that you? How have you been?" He sounded well but still anxious. I recognized that tone.

"*Panting* I'm doing good. Just got a short break from a jog. *Panting* What's up?" As hard as I could clear my voice from being a little excited, I wanted so badly to sound unimpressed but still very interested.

"Look, I don't know whether have you been reading anything for the past few hours over the Internet or other press related stuff about me. I just wanted you to know that it was never my idea to mention you." He explained.

My head's alarm went off by that statement of warning from him.

"Nolan, just tell me. What is it?" My tone has changed and I needed to know.

"How shall I put this, my recent movie has LGBTQIA elements of concern. So, some of these paparazzi were not happy with my denial about my sexuality. Hence, my relationship with you. I remember we have agreed to lay low about it and now, with the recent break," Recent, he said, "But here me out, most of our pictures together were all leaked out into the Internet," he paused and continue, "that's not the worse, there are stories about you. Not a really good one." He stopped.

I didn't reply. I knew this was coming. Altogether, I remained my silence.

"I'm so sorry Ethan. Are you okay? Please say something." He was asking for an assurance.

My mind ran away with me again. These are the things we always argued. Am I the only one who always get together with his mess? Set it back to order? I'm exhausted with his lack of responsibility and ownership. What about his manager? Was his manager behind all this? But this is a little different, in a good way. He didn't seem to blame it on me, he apologizes. And so I gathered my thoughts and say,

"Nolan, it's alright. At least I know now. Just take care of yourself, alright?"

"Hey Ethan, I'm so sorry. I know thing hasn't been great lately, for both of us..." 

"You know what, I have to go. Thanks of the heads up, okay? We'll catch up. I promise." I've interrupted him from further conversations about us. In fact, I do not want to listen to him anymore. So, I just hung up.

He texted.

[Nolan My All 6:37pm]: Ethan, hon, I'll give you some time to cool off, alright? I really do miss you. I'm so sorry.

[Me 6:38pm]: Ok.

Why did he has to put it that that way? 

What did I just get myself into? Again.

Read to me 05 - Sickly Sunday

You know that feeling of being cold in the morning and was assured with a blanket covering you while you're sleeping on a bed, next to him. He wasn't snoring as he used to but he was facing me because he wasn't feeling good for the past 2 days and wanted to be nursed only by me.

His sleep was so disturbed that I have to give him all the attention with timely medication so that he would go back to sleep for a really good rest with the assurance I'm there. Occasionally, he's chatty. So, we strike up some conversational topics that we have not even discussed before.

What would rain sounds like when we are at the seaside? When birds chirping during spring, are they conversing like how love birds do? Is the sound of our cling clang cutlery during a posh fine dining dinner a rude thing to do? These were our conversations while he was still dreamy or half awake. He's funny.

We both considered ourselves very reliant on one another, so much so that we can't be seen without each other on any occasion. He will laughed it off every end of a gathering by saying to me, "We are never going to be separated isn't it? There are so many hotter guys than me in there for crying out loud. And I don't feel anything about them but only for you!"

My usual reply is, "Who talks like that, you weirdo? I am only physically attracted to them but I still prefer that emotional connection with you more than anything else. Nothing can replace that." We both eyed each other and laughed off at our cynical traits of fishing compliments from each other. We both knew it and we both enjoyed it. We will continue doing so until we are sick of it. 

He's on the verge of recovery and he seems more relax this time while he's sleeping. Literally sound asleep with his mouth open so wide, he doesn't even know he just gave himself away that he's already healing. I know he will deny it because of the attention he gets. I do have to admit that I have a very spoilt boyfriend.

I did my best to creep out of bed so that I can prepare a good meal for him before he pops in his final round of medication. As I slip off the bed as slowly as possible, he pulled me back. I turned to him and explain, "I'm going to make you breakfast before you take your meds."

"No, please stay with me." In a husky voice and continue with, "It's only 6.47am, and you know I enjoy cuddling with you in the morning. Just stay for a bit." He requested politely with his eyes close. I agreed anyway, to stay and he quickly wraps that same blanket over me and underneath that, he wraps his leg over me like a bolster.

The things you always watch on TV or read in books are always a cliché. But how he does it to me, in my ears (even though we are the only ones in the house) he still whispers to me and says, "Thank you nerd, I love you so so much."

And I asked myself, what would my reply be?

"I love you more." was my reply. We hugged and kissed a little before we got back to our lazy Sunday snooze.

He likes cuddling.

We agreed to have our afternoon nap together right after lunch but we had this stupid disagreement over small things. I wanted to head home but he insisted still that he wanted me to be with him for the nap. I gently rejected the offer while walking away. He pulled me so hard to his side and with a harsh whisper he said, "Just stay with me, please." I didn't want to start another fight with him again so I just followed him into his room. 

We stripped down to our underwear and he switched on the AC while I was getting ready to face the other side of the bed (not facing him) to search for my comfort spot to nap. He got in by cuddling me from behind and I didn't move still because I let him. I just let him. Why am I always so crippled by him? His scent, his grunt, his breathing, his habits and even his moves... I could just recognize all of them without turning back to check whether it's him. He just makes me me, myself and I can just allow him to rule over me easily. I'm just so weak when I'm near him. Is this what you call love?

I needed to rationalize because he started to grab my left chest from behind with long exhale of comfort right next to my ears and said, "I missed your smell. You make me feel like home even when I'm in my own home. What is it that you do that drives me crazy every time I'm near you?" I smiled because I just had that thought. I'm still not replying to his nonsense. His sweet talk of nonsense always gets to me. Still grabbing me, he shook me just to get an answer out from me. I said "I thought you wanted a nap, just be quiet and sleep. Also, you've just exceeded your touching quota on me. No more today, you hear me?"

He groped me even harder and he tickled me and said "How dare you set a limit for me? We do not have rules like this for each other!" As much as I was pushing his hands away from the tickling, he laughed and hugged me on my belly area and snuggled his face behind my neck with tons of kisses. The entire back of my body could feel his front, his whole front. He is really fit and I could feel every inch of his muscles pressing against me. Not hard but with tenderness.

The smell of his cologne was all over me just because he showered with that same shower gel brand with his cologne. He just makes me want to do things to him but I just wasn't in the mood. His manhood was against my butt cheeks as he rub it in closer each time he moves. As if, I didn't know. So, I just place my hand there and grab it. He quickly responded with a laughed "Hey! Your quota is out of line! Can it not be there? It's only nap time."

I squeeze it even harder and he cries out in agony. I was laughing and we both faced each other and gave each other a kiss. The kissed lasted until... I can't remember. This is because the next thing I knew, he was still cuddling me from behind snoring away like a wild boar when I was slightly awake. He's such a baby! My baby.

Read to me 04 - Cafe Date 01

Remember when I have to sit opposite him in the cafe and read my book? 

It was my couch.
It was my me time. 

Yes, I'll remember him alright. That smirk on his face thinking he is like the best looking guy in this cafe. Actually, he is. Just by giving me that smile, he thinks I could give in by sitting right opposite him. Why am I so edgy today. Chill it, will you?!

So, I put my book down on that tiny little table and my backpack just to secure my couch, then I went straight to queue right in front of the bar counter to get my double latté. You know that wonderful feeling when you smell that java aroma that would just kill all of my senses which made my caffeinated radar haywire. I love how coffee excites me more than anything.

My turn is up and,

"Hi! Good afternoon, what would you like?" that sweet cashier with a smile named, Tabitha asked.

"One double latte, please." I uttered.
"One double latte, please." He uttered.

In unison.

What the actual fuck?!

I turned behind to look and he tilted his head and smiled. Why him again? He was sitting just now and why is he doing this? I was all confused and the cashier asked again,

"So, two double lattes for both of you?" Tabitha asked curiously.

"Wait... what? Both of us? I was..." I was explaining.

"Yes. Two double lattes for the both of us." He just interrupted me. I was stunned and I stared.

"Alright, would you like to have it here or a take way?" Tabitha asked with an eyebrow raised. I saw that!

"Both are having it here." He smoothly swoop in right next to me and said that. My head was all fuzzing and still staring until,

"Well excuse me, why are you in my line?" I have to ask.

"I was thinking, since we're sitting at the same place, why don't we just order together." He explained.

You could've asked, moron! 

Flashback, my mom used to say, "Making friends is always better than enemies." My mom thought me how to be weak by giving in. In the end, I hate myself for doing so.

"[With my chin pushing my lips up that smile] I guess... that made sense. I'm okay. [with a sigh]" I replied while looking at Tabitha whom she's still smiling at both of us. 

Now, that makes me want to smack her right in the face. Calm down will you?! Are you crazy?

"I knew it. I knew you're gonna be okay!" He seems glad with a big smile of relieved.

"Any cakes, sandwiches or pastries?" Tabitha asked again.

I looked at him again and he stared and shakes his head gesturing no. 

"Erm... no." I replied.

"Okay, and that would be seven dollars for 2 double lattés." Tabitha formulated the cashier machine for us with that same smile. Seriously! A real slap.

I was handing my five dollar bill to Tabitha and he shot up with a ten dollar bill and whispered to me "Pay me later."

I nodded.

We both got our coffee and head back to our seats. I was eager to pay him back but he motion his hand towards me with another "later" sign because he needs to settle down with all his gadgets and coffee and god knows what. I don't care anyway. So, I put my money back into my pocket and get myself ready into my own reading world.

I am so eager to dive into my book with my coffee and also to ignore that he is still seated right opposite me. I took my book off the table and started reading Chapter 37 where I left my bookmark in. 

The world was built with great political plot with a very well thought out magic system (which made sense). I was reading for about 2 minutes until...

"I'm sorry. May I know what book are you reading?" He asked.

"It's written on the cover." I replied without putting my book down.

"Yeah, I can see that -- Brandon Sanderson - The Way of Kings --  the art seems very old school. And your book is way too huge!" 

I took a peek and caught him deciphering my book cover. Alright, I have to admit. He's hot. He's very well groomed but not with the best looking feature but he's still hot. He's cute, those long lasting look with a side dimple and butt chin. Fucking hot! That stubble he's keeping. God damn it!

"Yep, its an Epic Fantasy book." I put my book down was acting I wasn't interested but clearly he wants to talk.

"Wow, Epic Fantasy... so it's like tons of sex and epic sex and all the shenanigans?" He asked me point blank with something utterly foolish -- sex?

"What! No! It's not that kind of fantasy. Those are erotica fantasy. This is like Lord of the Rings fantasy. A world of its own type of fantasy" I realized my tone was a little harsh.

"Wow! I didn't know that. So, what's it all about?" He asked as he put his own book down.

"I would be so glad that we would just continue reading our own books and not get into a frenzy conversation right now. I hope you don't get offended by my request. And for your information, I'm not done with the book yet, so it's hard for me to say what the book is all about. So, would you just excuse me."

"Alright, Mr Grumpy." 

"I am not grumpy. You are irritating me! Gosh! Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Scott, I'm glad you asked." He sat up so straight by extending a handshake.

I took my time to shake his hand and said,

"[Sigh] I'm Preston."

"Now that's a name I did not expect. Preston! I like it! Presto, Presiton... Pres!" He was repeating my name like hearing it for the first time.

"It goes well on you, I guess." My face all weird out.

"No, seriously. I was expecting a John or a James or Paul..." He was miming other names.

"Not all names need to be so biblical."

"Ha! You get it! You get my jokes! You got the pun!" He was really excited.

"What are you? Twelve? You think your joke is funny?"

"At least you get my joke."

"You're the worst. Just go back to our reading, please."

"Alright, alright..." He raised both hands showing sign of surrender and softly said, "Touché..."

** 26 minutes (of silence) later **

"So Preston, you come in here often right?" He asked

I looked up at him and nodded.

"Me too. I am usually seated near the counter and I always see you walked in at this hour to order your double latté."

Now it all make sense. I was quite puzzled as to how he knows how to go along with those coffee orders by operating it so smoothly. Smooth Operatooor~~~ Stop singing! You're not Sade! 

If I took this context out, this could mean that he has been stalking me for the longest time. Is this some psychopath, it's creepy now. Oh god, should I leave? Now, I'm scared. Is he going to follow me? SHUT UP!

"Ah... that solved the puzzle the coffee order just now." I've tried so hard to sound convincing.

He seems proud. "I know right, I wanted to throw you off as though I'm a psychic. Were you shocked? Haha... So, this is very much like a date between you and me."

What? Date? Is he nuts?

"Shhh!!! What date? I don't even know you. And what makes you think that this is a date?"

"It is even more so a date. And it's our first. You know why? Date existed, so that we could get to know each other. Like what we're doing right now. I called it the "Know Each Other On the First Date" date. I don't know whether you're interested to know me but I know for sure I very interested to know you."

"Seriously? A date just to know me? You already know I liked double latté, what's the surprise in that?"

"See, we're progressing already. We, now both know we liked double latté already. And psst... newsflash I'm gay." He said it with pride with a careless whisper.

That saxophone just started playing in my head... STOP!
"You don't say. And what makes you think that I'm gay."

"I'm betting a 50-50 percent chance with myself just to see whether you are. If you are, today is my lucky day. If you're not, can we be best friends. So, are you?"
"Oui, this is so personal. I don't know why I'm telling you this and yes, I'm still in a closet." I mumbled. It is because you're so fucking hot!

"HALLELUJAH! YES!!! HAHA... HAHAHA!!!" He banged that table so hard as he shouted that 2 words. He's attracting unnecessary attention here. Jeez!

"Would you cut it out!? Everyone's staring!" I whispered with frustration.

"See, I told you. We're fated for each other. This is our first real date." He sat back with so much satisfaction.

"I did not agree to anything. There's no us, no each other, no together! So, just cut it out! And stop with all the assumptions. It's getting weird."
"Alright, alright... I'm sorry. But I'm just too excited!" He exclaimed.

"I can see that. Don't get too excited. I might not be the guy you're looking for. I mean, look at you. Have you seen you? Have you seen me? There are a major differences here. Shapes and sizes, appearances... Hello~~ are you missing something?"

"I just like how the way you talk, how honest you are towards me. It's like a breath of fresh air. You're just so original."

"I find you weird. You're weird. Can we go back to reading?"

"You're not like those guys, are you? Those guys who gives you and implication such as I'm confident with 6 packs, I have all the money in the world, and I can travel all I want have all the fun I could give you." 

He sounded bitchy when he said that. And he literally ignored my reading request. So, I just played along,

"I mean, who talks like that?"

"Never mind." 

As he puts down his latté, and out of a sudden, there was a loud fart came out from him. My eyes went wide, due to sound dilation. It was really loud. If I could hear it, I think Oprah Winfrey from the other side could hear it. Oh dear god. It's so loud... so loud!

"Sorry. I just farted. I can't control it anymore." He seemed proud still until... my face got twisted as I inhale my first breath. Oh Mio Dio!

That first horrible stench and I shot at him...

"Oh my god, what the fuck Scott!? What's that smell?" I whispered.

"So sorry! That could be my lunch just now. Sweet potatoes. Dang it!"

Oh Santamaria Vergine!!! ... Bless me with your scented rose aroma now. I was looking around and I just couldn't hold it any longer and I saw some weird faces getting twisted too.

Trust me, it STINKS! And it lingers! What the hell!

"Seriously, are you looking at those faces? Gawd... They do not look happy! It's like World War 3 in here. Seriously, why is it stinking still?" 

I wanted to laugh so bad at the other's reaction but I hold it.

"Sorry, I just gave out another few silent ones" 

Oh Gesu mio! Few more? This is so bad!

I couldn't control any longer as I was looking at those twisted face and I started to lose it.

"Hey... What is it? What's so funny?" He asked and he's laughing.

"I just couldn't... " Still laughing. "Your face, their faces and that smell." laughing still "I just couldn't hold it anymore."

"Why don't we just get out of here, shall we?" He politely asked.

I nodded as I was still laughing while packing. And we both left the place in a hurry with so much laughter and embarrassment. 

As we're walking,

"Well, that was fun! At least I get know how your fart smells like on our so-called first date." I was really smiling.

"Haha! Hey, I felt bad about it. And your secret is safe with me. The closet thing. At least, it wasn't our first bad date." He was assuring me.

"It's your first fart date, not mine. I'm not there yet."

We stared at each other a few seconds and I smiled. He punch me on my should and said,

"Hey, I'm headed the other way. Let's say we are to date each other again next week? Same time same place? Our second date." He suggested.

I was giving it a thought, why not.

"Sure. Next week, same time same place. You sure?" He punch me again. "Wait, I still owe you that three fifty!"

"We are going to have that same beverage again next week. Pay for me then!" 

I gave him a nod and a smile in agreement.

We parted and with that small tiny drama episode, he just put a smile on my face for the whole damn week. 

Mr. Scotty McFart