Mr Adams, you’ve morphed me into a checklist diva,I smile.
My pocket vibrates.
It’s a message from Dad.
Dinner at seven?
I send a quick reply.
Sounds goodxx
Marco arrives a few minutes early.
I switch everything to airplane mode.
As a VIP, he shall receive nothing less than my full undivided attention.
Opening the door, I discover an enormous bird's nest on the back seat of his car.
“For the dragon eggs,” he explains.
He reaches underneath.
“It glows?”
My nephews are gonna go wild over this.
“Thought it might add a little magic. I should give my prop hire guys a raise.”
“I’m so impressed, baby. You're a natural at this uncle thing.”
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His smile fades as we pass through reception.
The formality of the waiver can be intimidating.
But he signs willingly.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he jokes anxiously.
“Once or twice,” I tease.
“Where do you want me?”
Anywhere. Everywhere. As often as possible, I answer silently.
“Over here in the chair?” he suggests.
“Chairs are for peasants,” I muse, reaching out a hand. “Close your eyes.”
Leading him around the corner, we walk toward the couch.
“Now open.”
My utmost desire is to be the cause of this man's smile.
And in this moment, I am.
