“I think you’re beautiful.”
“You’re drunk and not going to like you said that in the morning.”
“I’m not that drunk,” Maddix said, though he was careful to make sure his words didn’t come out slurred. “And it’s true every time of day.”
Arcelia rolled her eyes and leaned back against the counter. “You’re being ridiculous. Just like always.”
“Like never. Why do you always have to argue with me?”
Arcelia tossed her head back and laughed. She really was beautiful. Why did she always think he was lying about that? “Because it’s so much fun,” she said. She looked beyond him and a smile spread over her face. “Oh, here comes Maribel. I think she’s the one you really want to call beautiful.”
The pleasant buzzing in his blood turned to something else. He couldn’t turn around, though. He’d likely make a fool of himself if he did. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.
As her soft voice drifted toward them, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last.
A really short one this time. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going to happen between these characters, but I think it’s going to be fun.