Lucía
I replay every single word my mother said to me last night and summon the strength and courage to play his game wisely and enjoy the moment.
"Are you just going to stay there drooling over me or will you come and say hello?" he playfully greets me. This cocky…"I know I am quite the eye candy, but you could at least pretend." He winks an eye while approaching me.
"Are you always this cocky? And I am not drooling over you, I am drooling over your car."
"Seriously? I've been overshadowed by my own car," he says, his voice tinged with disappointment.
"Yes, even though I like your motorcycle more,” I playfully retort. He smiles.
"You like my things a lot. My motorcycle, my cars, my house," he sighs, frowning his brows, "I would rather see you impressed by me instead of my things."
