SMOOTH

“You’re at it again right?”
He furrowed his brows as he always does when he’s deep in thought, “I don’t understand, at what?” he asked.
“You’ve been staring at that lady all night.”
“No, I haven’t. You know I only have eyes for you mon cherie,” he said with a wink.
“You like her?”
“No!” he replied, looking at her like she’d just said something abominable.
“Okay, excuse me. I want to use the loo.”

As soon as she left, he dashed over to the lady in red and collected her phone number.

Thirty minutes passed and she still hadn’t returned, when he tried calling her phone, she didn’t pick up. She sent him a text instead, ‘Have a headache, I’m at my apartment.’

When he got to her apartment, the door was open so he let himself in only to see his father on top of her.