“oh.” an audible noise left her lips as she focused in on the sight before her on the ipad, zoomed in on a chest, a well defined chest mind you one of the last things she expected to see. but wasn’t exactly upset by it. hazel eyes traveled upwards then, past the metal of the device, and to the body she had been previously recording. “can you say meeting me…” repeated the words lightly to herself with a small laugh, eyes almost bashfully looking downwards at her bare feet against the kitchen tiles. she had seen him briefly, in passing mostly, moving to and from the house, knew he was a friend of casey’s, hadn’t registered the potential awkwardness that might ensue, wasn’t sure if he was aware of their one time tinder meeting not too long ago. bay’s gaze moved upwards once more, to meet his, grinned lightly. “nope, not a good answer.” even though, in way, it was. “gotta be more specific than that, and related to amsterdam, you know, something your adoring fans would love to hear.” again, she held up the ipad, careful to capture his face without intruding the gadget into his personal space. “maybe a favorite brothel or moment or something?” bay rose an eyebrow at him before lowering the ipad once more. “the producers asked me to, you know, capture some unseen cool behind the scenes moments for the youtube channel or something. but…” she sighed softly, gesturing to the empty kitchen around them. “everyone else is out living up the last few days in amsterdam. so,” gaze found him once more, smiled somewhat. “you’re my only hope for some good footage.”
HIS WORDS HAD AN affect on her. since the eighth grade, mateo began to adopt a charm that followed precisely in suite with his glow. he no longer loomed over like a dispersed figure of a tim burton animation. muscles began to outline his skeleton, and hair began to scrub his chin. no longer did he stand the average height, for he surpassed the height of his uncle---who was considered a tall chef. with an evolution, girls began to twirl their hair around him during class, and guys began to offer him gum between classes. to see the woman ahead of him react with rosy cheeks and a smile was rewarding---still after so many years. “related to amsterdam...” he repeat the words, placing the rim of the mug against his lips, drinking the bitter taste of black coffee. finely grind and strong; no need of sugar. compare him to the pot of coffee. “casey and i went to a brothel the other night with sarah. would have never thought the girl would tag along, but she did, and we had a blast.” leaning his back against the counter opposite to where she was, he was comfortable in his stance, a grip on the mug, and the other arm loose in position across his chest. “i find it funny the producers would ask you to do something so silly. i’m sure they are already getting enough footage.” he proclaimed, swinging his free arm out to circulate the kitchen, for he guarantees hidden cameras are rolling to capture different perspectives of every moment that takes place in the house. “but whatever.” he simply shrugged his shoulders. it was then when mateo placed his mug on the counter behind him, and he sauntered over to where bay stood, taking the ipad from her petite hands. “tell me, darling, what’s your favorite moment of amsterdam? got laid by a cute stranger?” directing the camera toward her, he now recorded the brunette, surprising her, perhaps, as she did with him.
