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"Moreno. That's what it means. It's Spanish for blackberry. Like someone with dark coloration. I looked it up earlier, and I thought it was cool since you really do look like that."
I let out a little laugh. I couldn't help it. I thought it was wonderful that he looked up my last name while he was out with his friends.
"Send me a picture," he said.
"Of what?"
"Of you," he answered. "Please. I need a picture. It's been too long."
"Just any recent photo, or do you want me to take one this very second?"
"Whatever you want."
"I assume you're sending me one, too."
"Yeah, I'll send one," Isaac said.
I put the phone below my face and looked down at the camera in the most unflattering, Jabba the Hut, triple-chinned pose I could make. I grinned in a cheesy smile like I was really trying my best to look beautiful. I snapped the photo and then smiled as I looked at the results. It was a hideous picture, and I pressed send without thinking about it.
I was still in the text when Isaac's came through, and to my own amazement, it was terrible.
He crossed his eyes and made a weird face where he was holding his top lip at a funny, downward angle. It was just as unflattering as mine. I could see how bad it was from the thumbnail.
I laughed out loud when I clicked on it to make it bigger. It wasat leastas unflattering as mine was which was hilarious.
"No, you didn't," I said.
"What? What did I do?" he asked innocently. "I'm looking at your beautiful picture, now," he added. "You must be a princess."
"Now I know you're lying," I said, laughing.
"I'll send ten different photos later," he said. "Some of my family and stuff. I can't believe we both did that."
"I'll do the same," I agreed. "And, I know."
"You can send photos, but I already know what you look like."
"How?" I asked.
"Because I remember you, for one, and I saw the rap video earlier," he said.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And?"
"And I'm still thinking about it two hours later. That's why I'm in here calling you instead of watching a basketball game."
"What were you thinking?" I asked, unable to tell how he felt.
"Everything. I thought you did an amazing job. I can't believe you do that."
"Not nearly as much as I used to."
"Still. It's amazing. I didn't care for the song, but that guy was obviously looking at you."
"He was not," I laughed. "We were just background dancers."
