Needless to say, Kat was pleased with herself.
As she licked her first stripe across her coconut softserve, she looked over the man she’d dragged along. He was tall, attractive and very Italian, with a thick Brooklyn accent and the kind of sexy scowl usually characteristic of his sort of man. As far as Kat could tell, he was one hell of a prickly player, with no platonic experience with women as much as he glorified his other exploits, and a possible history with gangs. In other words? Lorenzo Moretti was exactly the kind of guy Kat knew she should run from.
Unfortunately, he was also the sort she fell for, heels over head, time and time again.
Now, Kat didn’t always have bad taste. She had a good sense of right from wrong, a great sense of what earrings went with what shirts, and, if her cone was anything to go by, a wonderful sense of flavor. It was just… With guys? Frankly, Kat’s taste in men couldn’t be more hopeless.
That’s probably why she was in her predicament at all.
With a slight ache in her abdomen and a sudden splay of feet against her tummy, Kat ended her internal monologue. Now wasn’t really the time to be thinking about her guy-taste. Now was the time to tease the shit out of her newest, and, perhaps, most tsundere friend.
“Mm~ I think we should sit there,” Kat said, pointing to a table by the window. It had a nice view of the street, and it was a bit removed from where the majority of the sweet shop’s customers were seated.
Without really waiting for an answer, Kat slid her hand into Enzo’s and tugged him gently towards the table, taking another lick of her soft-serve that sent the little boy inside her just dancing.
@Foxy
As she licked her first stripe across her coconut softserve, she looked over the man she’d dragged along. He was tall, attractive and very Italian, with a thick Brooklyn accent and the kind of sexy scowl usually characteristic of his sort of man. As far as Kat could tell, he was one hell of a prickly player, with no platonic experience with women as much as he glorified his other exploits, and a possible history with gangs. In other words? Lorenzo Moretti was exactly the kind of guy Kat knew she should run from.
Unfortunately, he was also the sort she fell for, heels over head, time and time again.
Now, Kat didn’t always have bad taste. She had a good sense of right from wrong, a great sense of what earrings went with what shirts, and, if her cone was anything to go by, a wonderful sense of flavor. It was just… With guys? Frankly, Kat’s taste in men couldn’t be more hopeless.
That’s probably why she was in her predicament at all.
With a slight ache in her abdomen and a sudden splay of feet against her tummy, Kat ended her internal monologue. Now wasn’t really the time to be thinking about her guy-taste. Now was the time to tease the shit out of her newest, and, perhaps, most tsundere friend.
“Mm~ I think we should sit there,” Kat said, pointing to a table by the window. It had a nice view of the street, and it was a bit removed from where the majority of the sweet shop’s customers were seated.
Without really waiting for an answer, Kat slid her hand into Enzo’s and tugged him gently towards the table, taking another lick of her soft-serve that sent the little boy inside her just dancing.
@Foxy
