With a low, shallow breath, she looked back at him. “I know, but the man looked so much like him,” she replied. “Well, with lighter hair and wearing sunglasses.”
“It was probably just someone else who looks similar,” Dylan said, caressing her trembling hand. “People say I look a lot like Tom Welling.”
Nicoletta giggled and the terror spell was broken. “Dylan, you’re no Superman.”
“The lady thinks she’s funny,” he replied with a smirk. “But looks aren’t everything.”
Nicoletta replied by sticking her tongue out and telling him he was number one with a gesture of her hand. Dylan laughed and returned the gesture with both hands.
“You’re number eleven since you have two holes,” he whispered across the table. He looked away from her and started to drink his coffee.
“Yeah, but I only like to have one filled,” she replied. “And it’s not the one you are thinking.”
Coffee spewed from Dylan’s mouth as he choked. While he sat there, sputtering, Nicoletta couldn’t help but laugh at her friend. Shocking him had always been one of her favorite past times.
What’s Wrong Dylan?” she asked in a sweet innocent voice. “Been drinking long?”
His head fell back against the seat. “What has my mother gotten me into?”
“Not any of my holes,” Nic said smiling. Dylan’s head snapped up and his eyes slowly closed. His head dropped back to his chest. Nicoletta then mouthed the word… ‘yet’.
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