A promised kiss

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“What do you think about a fifteen minutes pasta and grilled steak?”

My thin driver was busy with the driving as usual, while I was busy with the talking at the passenger’s seat where I had nestled behind him.

“Yummy with a touch of broccoli.” He said with his hands busy with the steering wheel.

The thing man has a knack for good food, but though I had always made sure he fed well, he had never wished to relinquish his thing body for something good.

“Broccoli? Don’t make me throw up, you.” I said and snapped a finger to indicate disgust.

Well, pasta with broccoli like he said wasn’t a disgusting combo, but trust me, I must confess that I’m not in good terms with such combo.

“But I don’t mind taking it that way if you cook it that way, ma’am.”

I saw his smile, it was a weak wry smile, more like a silly giggle from a malnourished high school kid.

“Did you just said you don’t mind doing what?” I posed with a wink.

He scuffed as though he was choked by a stuff in his thin throat.

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