” I want to be loved”, she sighed as she looked down at her cup of hot chocolate.
All he did was chuckle in response as he shook his head.
“What was that for?” She questioned,“You asked what I wanted this year and I told you.”
“I don’t think you understand,” He starts glancing at his watch,” I’ve known you for what, an hour?”
“Mhm,” She hums as she sips at her hot chocolate, setting it down she replies “Whats’s your point?”
“Right,” He says looking away from her murky brown eyes that are weirdly the exact same shade as the hot chocolate mustache on her lips. “So it’s been an hour and I’m pretty sure I’m going to be the dumbass that fulfills that wish of yours.”
– 5:27pm; 29/12/2015