CHERRY WINE (ON HOLD)

chapter one

MILO GRIMANCED as the tuna sandwich was placed in front of him. he looked up at the woman in front of him, who simply rolled her eyes at his expression. he made the same look every time he had a tuna sandwich.

"eat," she said, gesturing to him with her fingers. the bell above the door rang, and she turned her back on him. the same white boy with blonde hair entered each time. milo was not fond of him. he caused him to itch.

milo sighed, looking away from the duo. he took a piece of his sandwich, chewed and swallowing slowly before repeating.

"tuna on white, no crust, right?" he overheard mia interrogate the blonde. "i don't know, how is it?" the blonde responded with a little shrug and flipped through his magazine.

"every day for the last three weeks, you've come here, asking how the tuna is," mia grinned, shaking her head slightly. "now, it wasn't good yesterday. it bad the day before that, and guess what? ithasn't changed," she said pointedly

"i'll have the tuna,"

"no crust?"

"no crust,"

"thank you," he said to the girl once the sandwich was laid down. he took a bite without hesitation and devoured it like nothing else. milo wondered if he was just doing that to impress the girl.

pushing the plate away from him, he wined, "i cannot do this," he picked himself up, wiped his mouth, took his plate to the trash, and threw it away.

"you did not eat," mia huffed, hands on her hips. milo shrugged, shaking his head. "tuna is gross, who even eats that shit?" he asked snarkily. mia tilts her head behind her.

milo laughs as he places his hands on her shoulders. "he's definitely not here for the tuna, hot stuff," he remarked, looking her up and down. mia felt her cheeks flush as she brushes his hands away.

"whatever," she says and turns her back on him. milo makes eye contact with the blonde male before entering the back room.

"you didn't eat?" dominic questioned not taking his eyes from his automobile magazine. milo shrugged while looking at his boyfriend.

"tuna is nasty," the younger of the two responded, "a burger would be nice," dom chuckled breathlessly, knowing it was a lie. milo tends to be a picky eater. in order to have a reason for not being able to eat, he would pretend to be disgusted by the food.

"be i'll get you a burger for dinner tonight," the toretto boy promised him.

milo's cheesed, reaching down to plant a kiss on his bald head, calling it "the best thing ever," after that, there was no more talking between them. with his feet propped up in his lap, milo settles down besides his boyfriend.

"when is letty coming by? i miss her," milo finally spoke up. dom licked his two fingers before turning his page.

"soon," was all he got in response. during their nearly two-year relationship, he discovered that dominic torretto was not a man of many words. milo finally accepted it, but he didn't care. milo enjoyed talking, and dominic enjoyed hearing him talk because if milo wasn't talking, he was doing something he shouldn't be doing.

milo loves to steal. he was truthful about it. he enjoyed the excitement of knowing he could have whatever he desired. it was nothing new for mia, his father, or even vince to come bail out the younger for minor stealing. he had a serious case of sticky fingers.