And it does, but the smile is what slays me, a slow-spreading grin that gives off the vibe that he's glad to see me, like we're old friends or teammates coming back together to do what we did best. I wonder what he smells like, if I would even be able to smell him under the reek of working in a restaurant. I wonder if his lips are soft, or what his head would feel like on my chest. I wonder if he even likes chinese food.
I hear a car in the driveway.
