"So... " He twirled his finger like a lasso without lifting his elbow from the table. "the whole place, huh?"
"Mm-hm." I could hear my own grin.
"Well," His weathered hand landed heavily and coffee sloshed over the edge of his mug, darkly circling the napkin I'd strategically set it on. There was a spark in his eyes, suddenly aglow beneath his gloriously raffish eyebrows. "I guess there's only one thing left to do."
"What...?"
Turning, he held up a finger and smiled as he took a deep breath... and then exhaled on the window.
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“It was the cheesiest, most hilarious… adorable thing he’s ever done, Nikki.” The girl across from me was already laughing. “He drew a little stick man and a stick girl holding hands…” I was drawing very quickly with my fingers on an invisible window as I spoke. Nikki’s eyes shone— reflecting my own excitement. “And then, he drew a little heart between them with our initials ‘mm’ in it.”
“What did you say to that?” She leaned in a little.
“I didn’t know what to say!” I threw up my hands. “This has never happened before, and, I mean, Michael never did anything like this… And even he’s still not very prone to it. You know?” Nikki nodded in agreement. “Of course, being me, I had replied before I realized what I was doing.”