my dad’s email.”
It still felt weird referring to Omar as dad, but Angel was right. Technically, that’s what he was. Angel’s reaction surprised her. Since he was always so cautious and doubtful, she expected him to maybe discourage it. Instead, he shrugged as he dipped the bread into the egg, not even looking up. “That sounds about right. Wouldn’t take much for him to look you up and find any photos you may have online anyway.”
This was true. She had a ton of photos on herself on several of her social media sites. If Leonardo were really as anxious about meeting her as her dad said, he probably had already seen her photos.
Feeling a little more at ease about this now that Angel wouldn’t be trying to talk her out of it, she started searching through her photos. Angel cooked quietly for a while as she obsessed about what photo to send him. She wanted something simple but current. She finally narrowed it down to two. One of her standing against Angel’s new car he’d gotten last year. She was dressed simply enough in jeans and a strappy summer top or the one of her sitting on a hammock holding Romero’s uncles’ fat cat. The size of that fuzzy thing might make an interesting yet safe and impersonal topic to talk about.
It was silly really how she’d dismissed every single one of the photos she’d considered sending. It was always for the stupidest reasons.
Any of the ones of her in her track uniform: He might think she’s showing off her running skills.
Most of the ones with her on the beach: Showing too much skin. She was his long lost sister, not a potential online suitor.
The group photos with all of Angel’s family and friends: Too showy. He might think her a braggart about the amount of friends she had.
She kissed Angel and thanked him as he set the plate with French toast down next to her laptop and sat down next to her. “Is that the one you’re sending him?” Angel said, looking at the photo on the screen. “Of you holding Flea?”
She crinkled her nose and turned to him. “That’s a simple enough one, right?”
“Sure, why not? A photo of you petting your—” Angel was distracted when his cell phone on the other side of the counter buzzed.
He stood up and walked around leaving Sarah with the thought of her petting her— Then it hit her as she jerked her face back at the photo of her, smiling big. The big fluffy cat sat on her lap as her open palm slid over its fur: She was sending Leonardo a photo of herself petting her pussy .
Feeling her face instantly fire up, she closed the photo out but at the same time had to hold in the laughter. Yeah, that’s the kind of conversation she wanted to elicit. Okay X that photo too. God, she was ridiculous.
“What’s so funny?” Angel asked, walking back towards her.
Shaking her head a little too hard, Sarah wiped the silly smile she didn’t even realize was plastered across her face. “Nothing,” she said, unable to suppress the small laugh that escaped her.
Angel glanced curiously at her laptop screen as he set his phone down on the counter. The photo of her leaning against Angel’s car was now the one on the screen. “That’s a cute one. What’s so funny about it?”
Feeling her face get even hotter, she shook her head again. No way was she telling him why she was laughing. He’d think she was as ridiculous as she was feeling. “I just need to stop obsessing about what stupid photo to send him and write the email already. This one is good enough.”
Clicking on the screen to get back to her email screen, she opened up a blank email and started to type. She wasn’t going to fixate about this either. Angel took the stool next to her and ate silently, texting between bites as Sarah worked on the email.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Sarah was proud she’d written a simple enough email without over thinking every sentence. She attached the photo and sent if off. “Done,” she said with a proud and very satisfied
It still felt weird referring to Omar as dad, but Angel was right. Technically, that’s what he was. Angel’s reaction surprised her. Since he was always so cautious and doubtful, she expected him to maybe discourage it. Instead, he shrugged as he dipped the bread into the egg, not even looking up. “That sounds about right. Wouldn’t take much for him to look you up and find any photos you may have online anyway.”
This was true. She had a ton of photos on herself on several of her social media sites. If Leonardo were really as anxious about meeting her as her dad said, he probably had already seen her photos.
Feeling a little more at ease about this now that Angel wouldn’t be trying to talk her out of it, she started searching through her photos. Angel cooked quietly for a while as she obsessed about what photo to send him. She wanted something simple but current. She finally narrowed it down to two. One of her standing against Angel’s new car he’d gotten last year. She was dressed simply enough in jeans and a strappy summer top or the one of her sitting on a hammock holding Romero’s uncles’ fat cat. The size of that fuzzy thing might make an interesting yet safe and impersonal topic to talk about.
It was silly really how she’d dismissed every single one of the photos she’d considered sending. It was always for the stupidest reasons.
Any of the ones of her in her track uniform: He might think she’s showing off her running skills.
Most of the ones with her on the beach: Showing too much skin. She was his long lost sister, not a potential online suitor.
The group photos with all of Angel’s family and friends: Too showy. He might think her a braggart about the amount of friends she had.
She kissed Angel and thanked him as he set the plate with French toast down next to her laptop and sat down next to her. “Is that the one you’re sending him?” Angel said, looking at the photo on the screen. “Of you holding Flea?”
She crinkled her nose and turned to him. “That’s a simple enough one, right?”
“Sure, why not? A photo of you petting your—” Angel was distracted when his cell phone on the other side of the counter buzzed.
He stood up and walked around leaving Sarah with the thought of her petting her— Then it hit her as she jerked her face back at the photo of her, smiling big. The big fluffy cat sat on her lap as her open palm slid over its fur: She was sending Leonardo a photo of herself petting her pussy .
Feeling her face instantly fire up, she closed the photo out but at the same time had to hold in the laughter. Yeah, that’s the kind of conversation she wanted to elicit. Okay X that photo too. God, she was ridiculous.
“What’s so funny?” Angel asked, walking back towards her.
Shaking her head a little too hard, Sarah wiped the silly smile she didn’t even realize was plastered across her face. “Nothing,” she said, unable to suppress the small laugh that escaped her.
Angel glanced curiously at her laptop screen as he set his phone down on the counter. The photo of her leaning against Angel’s car was now the one on the screen. “That’s a cute one. What’s so funny about it?”
Feeling her face get even hotter, she shook her head again. No way was she telling him why she was laughing. He’d think she was as ridiculous as she was feeling. “I just need to stop obsessing about what stupid photo to send him and write the email already. This one is good enough.”
Clicking on the screen to get back to her email screen, she opened up a blank email and started to type. She wasn’t going to fixate about this either. Angel took the stool next to her and ate silently, texting between bites as Sarah worked on the email.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Sarah was proud she’d written a simple enough email without over thinking every sentence. She attached the photo and sent if off. “Done,” she said with a proud and very satisfied
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