Koke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one.
He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
An airbus touches the miraged airport tarmac with its tyres after a few seconds of closeness to landing. It is quite busy in the terminals and among the arrivals is Koke donning a vintage ethnic printed turn-down collar short-sleeve shirt. A grey-cream tapered pair of pants is his choice for his lower body. The black curls are moderately cut and no longer the frenzy mass. He's tugging a small dull pink suitcase as he slowly halts his movement, stopping to search the area thanks to the pivoting of his neck.
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His sight catches a familiar feminine figure in a pink sleeveless knee-length dress. Her body is bent while she tends to the brown hair of a babe who's grinning with a look of excitement. The kid is holding both widths of a rectangular pinkish-yellow placard with Koke's name in well-spaced bold capital letters.
Koke smiles whilst he resumes his advance towards the all-female pair. At that very moment, Mary accomplishes her attempts on the lass's French roll, tucking a strand behind the child's ear. On standing straight, her eyes meet the lad she misses all this time. The beam on her countenance within no second is a thesaurus of emotions. There's no hesitation whatsoever. A tight chest-to-chest exchange is what the two adults share first, their union swaying adorably. The colleen next to the huggers loses her brighter expression, maintaining a calmer one which kind of holds a few questions. Her rich brown eyes look from Koke to Mary in a cycle.
“Oh boy. This hug alone is just not enough. You need to know how much I've missed you, Koke. Welcome back.” Mary says.
“Thank you.” He replies as they release each other, their eyes battling to catch up on any facial detail changes.
“Oh.” The lady's eyes roll to her right. “Allow me to introduce to you this lovely soul.” She turns, bending in acknowledgement of the bint besides their tall frames. “Baby, this is Koke whom I'd told you we're picking here.” Mary looks from the poppet to the lad time and time again.
The child reinstates her grin. “Hi.” She greets, her small voice heart-melting. “Mom told me that you're the King Cookie because you make the best cookies.” She adds while the two adults keep their attention towards her. The dude's eyes dart between the woman and her little companion. Meanwhile, the formeris also looking from the girl to the new arrival repeatedly.
“Haha. Yeah. He's the cookie king. You'll definitely crunch on his cookies one time.” Mary mentions, a brief chuckle coming out of her as she maintains her trial of making sure that she attends to both her fellow welcomer and half-blood buddy. After sending a smile to King Cookie, “Koke, please meet Kyrie. She's my daughter.”
Koke raises his eyebrows, his eyes getting a little bigger.
“I know. You two have never met before but guess what....I'm filling you in as we head home.” Mary gestures to the king of cookies, indicating to him the direction for their departure from the airport.
