ODE TO LOLOCESTA 🛐🛐🛐

"John Davey Harris." Lololoshka calls out to her boyfriend, leaning against the kitchen doorway and watching him suddenly freeze and cough from the strawberry milkshake he's already halfway through.

• It wasn't me. - He looks him straight in the eyes and the First can't help but notice that he is suspiciously tense. His legs, already pressed to his chest while John is sitting, are clasped with his free hand.

• What are you scared of? Did you do something? - Crosses his arms over his chest, frowning and looking at me suspiciously.

• You called me by my full name only once. And then I really, - emphasis on the word, stretching out the vowels - fucked up badly.

Lololoshka looks at him for a second. Two. And starts to giggle quietly, covering his mouth with his hand. But he can't hold back and he bursts into full-blown laughter.

• Lololoshka, my dear, how should I evaluate this now? - The aforementioned one's cheeks warm up from such affectionate treatment, but he can't stop himself. He slowly calms down, brushing away a few tears with his fingertips.

• Sorry, John. I didn't think you'd remember that incident so much. - He comes closer to him and kisses the top of his head. - I wanted to try calling you by your full name.

• Don't do that again.

Lololoshka nods and leans sharply over her shoulder, wrapping her lips around the straw and taking a sip of someone else's drink.

• Hey! Lololoshka, what the hell?

He runs deeper into the apartment while John puts the glass aside and runs after him.