I checked around the corner once more. "Henry, are you sure–"
"I'm sure," he interrupted, putting a very warm palm on my cheek and making me look up at him. "Lucas has been staring at his phone all day – a new game of some sort – he's completely obsessed."
"As long as he won't come this way..." It was hard to keep protesting when he rubbed his thumb on my cheek, but I didn't want his assistant to find out about us quite yet.
"He won't." With that, Henry closed the distance between us, and I lost myself in the feel of his lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on, drawing him closer, opening my mouth a little –
"Sweet, a Charmander!" Despite all of my boyfriend's assurances to the contrary, Lucas came around the corner, holding up his phone. Henry and I sprang apart, but not before my mind registered two distinct sounds: the "click" of a phone camera and Lucas's gasp.
I had him pinned against the wall before he could blink.
"Ahhhhh! You're not a Charmander!"
"And you're not going to be alive much longer unless you delete that picture." I emphasized each word with a forceful poke to his diaphragm.
"Okay! Okay! I'll delete it!"
I watched intently as he deleted the photo from his game and the gallery. When he was done, I grabbed his hand and twisted. He yelped. "Hey! I deleted it, okay?"
"There's one more place I want you to delete it." I rapped him on the forehead. "Here!"
"Yes, okay, I will, I will." I let him babble for a moment longer before releasing him and shoving him in the direction of the morgue. As he stumbled away, Henry – who had been silent throughout this exchange – came up behind me.
"What's a Charmander?" he inquired.
I sighed. I could tell this was going to be a long week.
Someday, I swear, I will actually finish the longer story I'm trying to write... but this idea was just too good to pass up.