amen.

"Aw, what a good boy. Tell him I said thanks for the protection, being the lady companion today and all. I assume they come and go frequently, what with his charm and all."

"Nah, he needs a break every now and then. He's anything but a player. He's modest and even shares his food. Sometimes." He chuckled quietly, watching as the park came into view and Gatsby's tail began to wag.

gimmie a ship where the girl is still in high school and she has herself a big bad college boyfriend who spoils her and makes all her friends jealous heheoehoehehehhe 

"I dunno. I guess they call me a good time because I’ve got money to blow. Therefore, it’s easy to have a good time." He shrugged. "But what would I know."

"I'd have money to blow. If I didn't have to pay all the bills. Kind of sucks. But makes the little things mean more. Like free coffee." She offered him a a half smile behind her cup.

"He’s absolutely stunning, that goes without saying. He’s probably got a clean reputation with the ladies too. Doesn’t look like there’s a mean bone in his body. Too good for any girl," she said, smirking a little.

He grinned and stopped at a crosswalk. "He's a teddy bear, but if anybody tried to lay a hand on me or a lady companion, he'd have some say in that. Extremely loyal. I got him from a buddy. Said he failed the police dog academy. He was too nice sometimes and they worried that something bad would happen to him."

He raised his eyebrows, laughing a bit. “I rarely have shit to say to anyone. I’m not looking for a wife, I’m just trying to have a good time. Though people rarely call me boring.”

"They call me boring because I don't feel like wasting the breath on them. What's the point?" She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of coffee. "Sometimes saying less is better than saying more."

Daisy wasn’t even sure if that was aimed at her, but she felt herself blush just the same. “He is. He’s a real charmer. You should follow his example,” she said, looking up at him with a smile.

"Oh, he learned from me. He just evolved it. It's those brown eyes of his. Real charmer. And that glossy coat. The ladies can't keep their hands off him. Sometimes I just gotta be his hero and tell them to back off, you know? Can't have people thinking he's going around letting just anybody pet him." The corner of his mouth lifted.

"Honestly, I never felt like I needed a real relationship to be content with my life. Sex is a basic human need, but I mean—? It’s just sex. It’s primal. Relationships are fucked."

"Most of the relationships I've had are just based around sex. You can have great physical connections with somebody and then have absolutely shit to say to them in the morning. People only call me boring when I'm wearing clothes." She snorted.

"Commitment is definitely not my thing. I’m not sure if flings are either. I mean, occasionally they’re nice, but I’d like consistency in my life." He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. "Not confusing, I know what you mean."

"Precisely. Sometimes friends with benefits work, sometimes they don't. Sometimes a longer relationship works, sometimes it doesn't. I don't like people staying for too long and I don't like them leaving too early. A real conflict." She took a drink of her coffee.

"I know, you said that already," she said, laughing a bit. She did take his hand, however. "I’m trusting that you’re not a creepy stalker or anything. I’m only here for your dog," she joked.

He had said that, hadn't he? He played it off, laughing quietly. "Sorry. I'm a bit distracted." He smiled at her and shook his head. "Not the first time. Gatsby's a real ladies man. He's a show off, too." He started to walk, Gatsby at his right side.

"I’d chat you up. Buy you another coffee, maybe something stronger. If it seemed like it was going well, maybe I’d ask to see you again." He shrugged. "But I don’t see it going that way."

"It's a good tactic for girls a little less stubborn. I've never really been one for flings. But I've always never been one for commitment. I'm somewhere in between that." She shook her head and glanced at her phone. "Confusing as hell."

"I might take you up on that," she said, smiling. A slight blush crept into her cheeks when he called her pretty. "Well, thank you." She tucked loose hair behind her ears. "I’d say the same but I don’t think you’d appreciate it if I called you pretty."

He grinned, feeling Gatsby tug somewhat at his leash. "Nah, I'd be used to it," he teased, chuckling quietly. "I'm Henry." He offered his hand to her. There was something about her femininity that he found absolutely irresistible. And she liked Gatsby; already a sign of a good person.