“You need to put some weight on,” another waitress, Vivian said. She was probably old enough to be his grandmother. Short, plump and gray haired, she had sparkling blue eyes and a sunny smile.
“If I eat like this too much, I’ll blimp out.”
She giggled, pinching his cheek. “Women like a man with some meat on him.”
“Oh, I’ve got meat,” Dill said. When he realized what he’d said and how it could be interpreted, he blushed.
Viv patted his cheek and went off giggling.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 