Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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I pulled a jacket onto Milo's shoulders and helped him tie his shoes. The coat was hanging in Milo's closet and the shoes were in a small box in the closet. How Santiago knew all of Milo's sizes, I'm not sure. The doorbell rang only about a minute after. I got up and walked to the door with Milo following close behind. I opened the door with only a tiny bit of hesitance. Santiago had changed into a different suit than before. This one was navy blue and he had what I assumed was an expensive watch adorning his wrist.
Santiago observed me closely. When I felt a tug on my hand I saw Milo with his hands stretched out towards me. I lifted him in my arms, placing him on my hip. Milo made eye contact with Santiago a wide smile spreading on his face. Milo waved at him, his chubby fingers splayed. Santiago gave him a dimpled smile.
"Hi, buddy." Santiago greeted softly. "I can take him if you're okay with that."
I looked at him wearily and then to Milo. Milo didn't seem to oppose the idea, so I slowly passed him to Santiago. Santiago took Milo from me like he weighed nothing and set him on his hip. Milo seemed perfectly content with the act. At the sight, a small smile appeared on my face, seemingly against my will.
"The car is out front." Santiago gestured for us to enter the elevator located behind the front door.
I adjusted my top and followed suit. Santiago pressed the button for the lobby and looked over at me. In the close proximity of the elevator, I could smell his cologne. It was surprisingly feminine, smelling like roses and bit of something else. It was pleasant and subtle, I enjoyed it.
How good he looked was also hard to ignore. His curly black hair was hanging over his forehead, only a bit of it shadowing his light green eyes. His shoulders were broad and his muscles were apparent under his dark blue suit.
"I hope you like Italian food." Santiago queried, the elevator doors opened soon after. We walked out into the lobby. The sky was dark and the lobby's chandelier was reflecting crystal fractals around the room.
"I do." I answered, cheap Italian food was my favorite thing to get when I first arrived in New York.
As we exited into the night, the cold air chilled my body. The car we had driven in yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Parked on the street was a black Ferrari Roma. I could feel drool start to collect in my mouth. I moved forward, letting my hand hover over the hood. I heard a low chuckle from behind me.
"You alright there?" Santiago asked. I wasn't looking at him but I could tell he was amused.
"Yes, uhm, let's go." I pulled my eyes away from the car and moved to open the backseat door, but Santiago beat me to it and got Milo situated in his car seat.
