Last Thursday Night
“I want to take you on a date,” Luís tells me.
I am back at the bar after quickly writing last week’s newsletter. We are sipping mezcal negronis side by side. The waves of Luís’s brown hair stick out beneath the sides of his cap. He has a cheeky but also slightly nervous look on his face.
“So, c-can I take you out?” he asks.
I rest my hand on my chin as I gaze into his eyes. Am I trying to be cute? Does he already think I am cute enough?
I say nothing. Instead, I lean in closer. I put my hand on his knee. I take a deep breath in. I kiss him somewhere on that tiny, sacred triangle between his neck, his cheek, and his ear. I like his faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. I realize our bodies are mirroring each other for the first time.
I pull back. I smile at him. Luís smiles back.
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