“Long time, no see,” Mateo teased as he walked behind Bea and tugged on some of her hair while he rounded the lunch table and sat down across from her. He gave her a good-natured smirk and leaned on the lip of table with his forearms pressed to the top. “Are you avoiding me? One usually doesn’t try to go so long with seeing a face as gorgeous as this.” He gestured to his own, smirking growing. // @beafitz















