Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 27:: Kanyeasada

BERLIN'S P.O.V.

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"I DON'T KNOW, I like the red one, but I feel like the white one makes me look skinnier. What do you think Dan?"

I turned around but I didn't see him anywhere. "Dan?"

"Yo."

I didn't even realise that he was standing directly in front of me, I genuinely mistook him for a clothes rack, the only thing that gave him away was his quiff that peeked out from over the mound of clothes he was holding.

"You know you really don't have to hold all of my stuff."

"Nonsense," he grunted with a struggle, "it's my pleasure, really."

I laughed a little. "Such a gentleman."

A few days after I got my tattoo, and after some much needed one-on-one time with Cryceratops accompanied by one too many glasses of wine, I picked up the phone and with drunken courage, gave Dan a ring.

It's been nearly two weeks since then and we've since spent three days in each others company.

"So, we gonna jump in line now? Or...?"

"Why? Are your arms getting tired?"

"Little bit."

I laughed. "Alright come on."

After paying for my stuff, we decided-or rather, my stomach made the last minute decision-to head to the food court.

I was in the process of explaining to Dan why I think the penny is a sad, useless piece of currency that should be put out of its misery, when I realised that he wasn't paying attention.

"Dan?" Without looking at me he gestured to a few girls who were walking in front of us, in particular, the girl with her butt hanging out of her shorts.

Dan scoffed. "See, I don't get how girls can just walk around like that." He let out a sigh. "Typical white girls."

"Now now Dan, There's thots in every race:

Black-Thotquisha Italian-Thotamarie Mexican-Thoty Gonzales German-Adolf Thotler White-Abby"

He gave a hearty laugh and I could see his Adam's apple move. And I saw how sharp his jawline was, how perfect his teeth were, and those eyes. God could he pull of those glasses.

I was so fascinated by him, in fact, that I almost didn't hear him when he said, "So where do you want to eat?" I surveyed our options.

"Mr Donald's. Burger Prince, Kentucky Baked Chicken, Carl Sr's, Square Table, Joseph in the Box, Pizza house..."

"Wow." Dan pinched the bridge of his nose. "This had got to be the most pathetic food court i've ever seen. Like, I'm pretty sure those aren't even real restaurants."

"Yeah, once I ate at a breakfast place named Danny's, pretty sure the hash browns I had there burned my taste buds off for the next week."

"Wow. Good thing you told me that, who knows, I could've easily gone there and had some pancakes that singed off my eyebrows."