Present day ~ December 3rd
LeFou nonchalantly added the number to his contacts, to which Gaston’s mood lightened (which made him a little concerned, after all, why was THAT so important to him). The change in his brawny physiognomy portrayed this bizarre burst of happiness. The slightly raised eyebrows, lips curled in a pleasant grimace, and eyelids, partly covering his almond eyes. Pride gushed out of his dark pupils. He was impressed by his friend’s behavior. He could have acted desperate and walked up to the girl right away, but he did not. Ah, and his fake uncertainty… or reluctance even (that was probably a better word).
LeFou looked like he didn’t care about the redheaded waitress. And that was excellent! Women must be ignored, especially women who throw themselves on men. They have to be kept at bay… and when the distance gets narrowed… the reward can be at least satisfactory.
“Very well” Gaston condensed his emotions into one short word. “You will not regret it.” He added with certainty worthy of the greatest politicians.
LeFou did not like his coffee either, which he showed in an exalted way. He choked and spat out some of the drink’s contents. Gaston grimaced as he turned his gaze to the tiny droplets of saliva mixed with coffee glistening on the tabletop. He then turned around with a cartoon expression of disgust on his face. Well… he admired his friend for making such a sacrifice to further prove that Gaston was right, but… that was TOO much. “No, it’s too sweet.” He replied, glancing at the new messages on his phone - it was more interesting than LeFou after all. Most of the notifications were likes and comments. Well, wasn’t that amazing.
LeFou, however, continued on, alluding to Gaston’s nightly escapade from yesterday. The man looked up from the phone screen and looked at LeFou. Excitement danced in Gaston’s eyes in the form of tiny sparkles. After all, if anything, Gaston will always find a reason to talk about himself. And now he took LeFou’s apology as an invitation to such a conversation. It was probably a wrong conclusion, but the word “wrong” did not exist in Gaston’s dictionary. The brunette shifted in the chair.
“Ah yes… it went very well. Of course." He replied calmly and shrugged. “Aphro is very pliable and flexible. She talks a bit too much and gets annoyed easily, but… I try not to pay attention to it." He grinned. “Sometimes she talks a lot about her… husband or something… or she acts like she wants to leave me, but…” he stopped. He proudly pushed his chest forward and turned his head to the side. By showcasing his profile, he looked exceptionally majestic. Especially now, when the light rays of the sun fell through the window and embraced him in an ethereal glow. This was supposed to make his following sentences even more dramatic. “… she never will.” He concluded. “I am the best lover she has ever had. And even though she doesn’t say it out loud, her… moans do it for her.”
So, erm, yes. It is bad, I know, I am sorry
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