Cheesy

This is a sweet little moment I wrote on a bus after visiting my friend, inspired by a comment she made. It has the same leads as "Swim" and "Dark" and the male lead in "Shore".

Loud music and laughter pour down from a third story apartment. Tempting aromas of baking deliciousness waft up from a basement kitchen. And two people sit on a patio on a small hill overlooking the street. She’s a pale beauty with a dark bob. He’s a bright-eyed youth with golden spikes. Silent observers watching the people below as the last fading rays of sunlight peek through the window eyes of buildings. A gawky teenager with a swirling twist of orange hair offers his tiny soft-smiling sweetheart a necklace, hearts in his eyes as she blushingly accepts.

“Would you look at that,” the golden boy says, blue eyes watching the couple from behind black shades.

The beauty shifts, face passive as an eyebrow quirks.

“Hector won’t like it,” she replies after a moment, crimson eyes flicking to a dark figure atop a penthouse roof across the way.

“For sure,” the boy agrees, shaking his head in wonder. “I know Kazuya normally needs a clue, but it’s kinda impressive the way he’s totally oblivious to the death glare Hector’s giving him.”

She gives a non-committal hum as they watch the teen fumble with the clasp behind his beloved.

“So, is that the way it is? You like a girl you buy her jewelry?”

“It depends on the people. They prefer teasing flirtation,” she says, pointing to a raven-haired beauty sauntering into her house with an intentional sway of her hips casting a sly smile back to her honey, his pink face matching his hair. “While they show affection with oranges.”

He follows the elegant line of her hand to a muscular man and his orange-haired mate.

“I gotcha. What about you? What do you prefer?”

Tilting her head she sees a blue eye watching her from behind the sunglasses and shrugs saying, “I’ve never been in love.”

“I’m a cheesy kind of guy myself,” he chirps, grinning wide. “All the classic things that never go out of style, like candy and flowers. I am all for candy and flowers.”

“I see.”

“Of course, my way is a little different from the norm,” he tells her, reaching into one of the pockets sewn into his red cape. “I prefer candy flowers.”

He holds out a green stemmed sugar pink blossom made entirely of hard candy, glowing when she reluctantly plucks it from his fingers.

“This is just until I figure out what you like,” he promises.

She watches as he bounces down the hill towards the apartment building across the street, twirling the candy flower in her fingers.

“I might like cheesy.”