I knew it wasn’t one of my best writing pieces. Ok it wasn’t even close. But I wasn’t impressing anyone here. I was just telling this Ryter person to get lost.
I closed the book and slid it back into my bag before I could nit pick at my entry any further and went back to eating my sandwich. Just as I slipped the last bite into my mouth, Erik slid into the seat opposite me.
“Hey, beautiful. What’s hanging?”
“You know being called beautiful by a gay guy does absolutely nothing for boosting my self-esteem,” I jokingly responded.
“Well, aren’t we just Miss Snotty-Pants today,” he countered, “I take it the morning commute was a major beeyatch.”
“You have no idea…”
“Well, enough about you darling, let’s talk about me,” he only half jokingly remarked in his sweet way. “So I have a huge experimental portrait project to work on and I want you to be my muse.”
“Me?”
“Of course, love, with that great dark hair and those gorgeous emerald greens. Not to mention that whole manga-face you got going on. You’d be perfect!”