Page 193 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Sorry that I didn’t reply sooner. I got hurt at the bar, and then when I got outside, I ran into my brother.
Lucky:
What happened?
Dollancie:
I got beaten up by some women who thought their boyfriends were looking at me. Like, I don’t have enough man drama. IYKYK.
Lucky:
Did they hurt you badly?
Dollancie:
One of them ripped out my hair, and I now have a bald spot on the side of my head. They ripped my favorite dress, too. And I’m covered in bruises all across my stomach and back.
Tomorrow, I will be aching.
Lucky:
God. I’m so sorry.
Dollancie:
It’s fine. I’m home now. I’m gonna call my friend since I have a few missed calls.
Lucky:
I’ll be here all night.
Dollancie:
Thank you.
Lucky:
For being a friend? Anytime.
A small smile pulls at my lips as the room darkens. Ambrose stands in the doorway, a steaming cup in hand.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I feel my eyes light up over what was once my drink of choice.
Ambrose sets the pink hot chocolate down. The frothy top is covered in sprinkles that look like unicorns—unicorns that will melt from the heat at any second—and mini marshmallows that I want to devour one by one.
“Are those expired?”
His hands move, and through sign language, he tells me they are new.
“Then thank you,” I speak with my hands and mouth, smiling when he does.
I don’t dwell in the moment.
Eager hands pick up the cup, and a warm feeling spreads inside me before I even take a sip.
He used my favorite cup.
