maluwrittings
I felt like an idiot. Standing here besides a hot guy as I blew his dices. "Are you wishing for good luck?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes and he returned the same intensity.
"Not quite, shooting star. But I am wishing for something." I frowned at the nickname, "I am not here to grant your wishes, blondie."
He smirked, "you're granting one by standing here already, baby."
"Don't call me baby." I replied, crossing my arms.
"That's cute, are you going to sing that one just for me?" I saw his eyes traveling down for a second before he shook his dices, and after a beat too long, I bit into the curiosity. "Just one wish I'm granting, really?"
His grin got wider as he threw the dices into the table, and whilst still rolling he leaned in over my ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I get boxcars, I get a victory kiss?"
The rolling stopped and both his hands were in my eyes, he said something that made everyone go still, no one said a thing about the result of the dices as he awaited for my decision.
I smirked back before replying.