Well…
Came right off the line strong with that, didn’t you?
Daisy
I just sent a picture. That’s all.
Kye
Right. Little miss innocent.
Daisy
My turn.
Kye
You need one of me?
Daisy
Of course. I’ll need to make you the background on my phone then, too.
Kye
Oh. I don’t get this. Does me looking at your face every time I open my phone means we’re dating?
Daisy
Don’t your friends do that with their girlfriends?
Kye
Yeah and now I’m questioning their sanity even more.
How does a man even compete with yours?
Daisy
Try.
A few minutes went by and then he sent one.
I clicked it open and could feel how high my eyebrows jumped. It was a good picture. It wasn’t even a joke, just a great picture of him. He was smiling with sunglasses and a hat on, standing next to his car. It was obvious that he had just raced or something. Banners and flags were in the background. He just looked relaxed and happy. The hard edges of him were still there, but a little softer.
I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting a good picture. I was expecting dark rooms and blurry photos for him to hide himself in. Not a full face, smiling photo of himself in broad daylight. I’d really got to know Kye all of two weeks, and suddenly every perspective I had of him kept changing.
Daisy
Wow.
I felt pathetic, not even knowing what to say to him. Not even knowing what I thought now. I mean, he had always been hot in an off-limits type of way, but every minute I spent with him seemed to make him even better.
It felt freeing knowing that this relationship was fake, and even if I did want to kiss and flirt with him a bit, there was no harm to it.
Daisy
That is definitely getting to be my phone screen. I think I would make that guy my screen even if I didn’t know him. Is that what you look like when you don’t have the murder scowl on your face?
Kye
I have been told often by my friends that I have resting bitch face.
Daisy
You do, but damn, that guy is just…
Kye
Just?
Daisy
Hot. That guy is really fucking hot.
Kye
Just a heads up - that guy is me.
