(JERICHO)
The smile on his face fades. He pulls his gaze away from mine and he begins to push the stroller again. His face is stony. I kick myself for making him fold at my flirtatious tone. I should have known better to not spook him, but he is so damn hard to resist.
Despite the way he just folded, I still want to know more about him. I certainly need to keep my questions and comments friendly. If I intend to keep Wesley around me longer, then flirting with him is out of the question. For now.
I clear my throat and ask what I think is a fairly safe question. "Why did you decide to become a Manny?"
"I love kids." He responds immediately as he smiles at the snoozing baby. "They bring me a lot of joy."
I pick up a white rose from a nearby bush and tuck it behind my ear. "I see." He smiles at me and my pulse speeds up. I'd love for him to smile at me like that more. "So, how long have you been a Manny?"
"Six years."