Halfway There, Part One

My Daddy suggested I wear pigtails.

“Trust me,” she – a reigning queen of rocking the pigtails – said, “they’ll love them.”

I was going to spend the evening hanging out and playing around with Flint, Lida and Macy. While I’m used to people running a little late, I’d started to learn that not only was Flint on time for essentially everything, he was actually usually early. So, pigtails totally made sense when I saw I was starting to cut it a little close.

I was already in Flint’s car when I got another text from Daddy asking for a picture. I blushed a little explaining to him that I had to take a picture for my Daddy, before pulling out my phone to take a picture to send along to her. 

Since I hadn’t eaten, I asked Flint if we could stop on the way to Macy’s place so I could get a burrito. (I’d had a rough day, cut me some slack.) To minimize the wait time for said burrito, I took out my phone to call the place ahead of time so I could just swing in and pick it up. 

Naturally, this turned into Flint reaching over while he was driving and tickling me as I attempted to keep myself composed enough to place an order.

“You know people who take orders over the phone have to deal with that a lot,” Flint said when I finished the call. “Except he probably thought you were getting fingered or something.”

I huffed, keeping my arms crossed protectively over my torso until we reached the restaurant to pick up my burrito. 

“I like your pigtails,” Flint said as we walked towards the door. “I’m looking forward to pulling on them.”

I gave him a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished.”