M is for Mustard
"That stuff is disgusting."
"You know, I really doubt that this relationship will work if you say that about mustard just one more time!"
Mariam and Max laughed as Max squeezed a long yellow squiggly line of condiment onto his hot dog.
"I'd rather ketchup.."
"I hate ketchup."
She punched him in the arm and again they laughed. Days like this were the best... Simple joys, a beautiful, sunny day... Rick's loud and annoying-as-fuck beatbox playing in the background as the busy hustle and bustle of New York passed them by.
Mariam really did like the city; but then again, the Saint Shields' forays to New York in America, Moscow in Russia, Sai Kung in China and Beycity in Japan were the only places she'd ever been besides a few of the other towns across her home island.
She didn't know a lot about those other places; but some day she would sure like to visit.
She turned her head back to Max as he opened his mouth wide and took a beefy bite of his hot dog. She watched a bit of mustard cling to the corner of his lip and shuddered dramatically.
"Gross! I am not kissing you after you eat that."
Max glared at her. "You know you better start liking mustard! Next time I get you in bed I'm gonna take a bottle and squirt it all over you and lick it off; maybe then you'd appreciate how good it can be." He winked at her and Mariam laughed so loud that Judy and Emily behind them in line nearly stumbled into the vendor's cart.
"You are so disgusting!"
"Yeah I know... But you love it though." He grinned at her and Mariam rolled her eyes...
Kissed his lips.
She totally did.
MS: This one's a little short compared to the others, but when the idea hit me I had no other choice. xD Sorry for all the sexual innuendos in these drabbles. Sorry. (Not really)