Forty Five

“I’ll give it to you later, you’re so excited. Open this first,” he said, pointing to his table full of large gifts. “Their gifts look more beautiful and rich compared to mine. It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t want that! I want you! Come on, give it to me!” he insisted, so I flicked his forehead and pushed him away with my finger. “Ouch, wait, I’ll show you something cool, look at this.” He said and lifted the suit he was wearing, revealing his tattoo, a butterfly tattoo. “Isn’t the butterfly your favorite? There, because I love you, I got this, be proud.”

I nodded, “It’s beautiful, but,” I flicked him again, he’s trying to make excuses! “I told you no tattoos! You’re making excuses, I’ll punch you in the head!”

“I’m already old! Look, I even have a crush on you, just be my girlfriend already.” He said, so I just laughed. He’s been saying that since he was a kid, very persistent, very flirtatious.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but she has a boyfriend.” My laughter subsided when I heard