a quirked brow;
tobacco irises too
languid to meet
hers. let it go.
"easy to please,
but a hater, still."
was this place even
hers? he may have
just gotten suckered.
"huh, i was expecting
more bartering ... "
half-conscious laughter
brewed in the back of
his throat— imagining
if a stray pineapple
found itself in the
pepperoni pile.
"don't get all righteous
with me, clover. have
you ever even tried it?"
⠀
𝓵ips disappear —- pulled inward as
the shutter jolts his otherwise balmy
demeanor. pools of brown search for
hers in the twilight, exhaling.
“ oh, ” argyle began, a puff of air
masquerading as laugher before
a smile formed. “ polaroid ? ”