MUSTACHE

You were sitting at the table with Matt, it was around seven thirty pm, and y'all had gotten home from getting food at In and out.

"Babe," Matt said, tapping your shoulder. You looked at him, seeing him looking at you, with a french fry between his lips and nose. You blinked and chuckled. "What are you doing? You're so weird."

Matt laughed. "What, you don't like my mustache?" He asked jokingly, his eyes squinting a little.