Page 128 of Just for the Cameras
I chuckle, grateful that he can so effortlessly ease the nerves I’m feeling.
Maple:Maybe I didn’t think it was.
Graydon:Liar.
Maple:Perhaps.
Graydon:What are you doing tonight?
Maple:Cashing in on a promise I made myself.
Graydon:And what kind of promise is that?
Maple:Movie date with myself that includes popcorn and Butterfinger Bites (don’t judge me) as dinner.
Graydon:Why would I judge you?
Maple:Because you’re all about the protein intake.
Graydon:I like sweets.
Maple:Yeah, okay. What kind?
Graydon:I like chocolate.
Maple:Really?
Graydon:Do you find that surprising?
Maple:A little. I just assumed you ate broccoli for dessert.
Graydon:Love the opinions you have of me.
Maple:LOL. Sorry. Just for someone with that much muscle mass, I wouldn’t think you’d eat chocolate.
Graydon:It’s not every day, but when I indulge, I go for something like a chocolate lava cake.
Maple:That’s…that’s actually kind of cute.
Graydon:Nothing about me is cute.
Maple:Your chocolate lava cake is.
Graydon:Okay, maybe one thing. The rest of me is not cute.
Maple:Sooooo next time I see you, you don’t want me saying how cute you look in your little football helmet?
Graydon:You’re fucking with me.
Maple:LOL. Sorry, forgot you’re supposed to look intimidating.
Graydon:I am intimidating. I’ve made grown men cry.
Maple:Grown men or just OC?
Graydon:Both.
Maple:Not that I like to boost your ego, but I honestly believe you’ve made grown men cry. I’ve seen the way your teeth snap when you’re at practice, like you’re ready to bite into someone’s leg.
