A smile came unbidden to Freddy's mouth as he saw a tall, handsome man in a business suit walk into the room. He was going gray at the temples, but his figure was still trim and his features only distinguished by age, not diminished.
"There you are," he a deep voice that sent a thrill up Freddy's spine. He walked directly up to the rapidly aging boy, leaning down and planting a quick kiss on his lips.
Freddy involuntarily jerked, shocked by the man's action. What did he just do? Why didn't I stop him? Did he just muss up my lip balm? He reached a hand up to his mouth, then reached into his pocket to retrieve a compact mirror. Opening it, he quickly applied a coating of shiny balm to his lips, noticing neither their new shape, which was plump and soft and nothing short of kissable, nor their quickly darkenening shade.
"Oh, is that any way to greet me?" the man in the suit asked.
Freddy looked over at him, and couldn't help but smile when he glanced over at him. "Oh, don't be like that. Come on, let's go have the chef whip up supper," he said, taking the man's hand instinctively.
Brandon waited at a red light, tapping the steering column with one finger. He still had a good half hour to his appointment, but he liked to be early. Never know what might happen, he thought.
The light turned green but as soon as Brandon made it through the intersection his vision went blurry. He tried to keep control, but soon swerved to the side, smashing against a car parking along the curb. Luckily he wasn't going very fast, but both he and the young man in the other car were knocked about a good bit.
Brandon regained his bearings, his vision still blurry as he reopened his eyes. He searched around the passenger seat of his car, finally his hands found a pair of wing tip glasses, and when he put them on his gray eyes finally came back into focus.
Brandon first restarted his car and parked, next to the poor fellow he hit. Then he got out, surveying the damage to his car. It had a few nasty looking dents, but the damage looked purely cosmetic, at least. "Such a nice car, though," Brandon said to himself.
Then he turned to see if the other driver was alright. He stepped over to the young man, smiling sheepishly as he approached. The teenage boy was mumbling to himself, trying to get a large coffee stain out of the football jersey he was wearing.
"Hey there, are you alright?" Brandon asked, causing the young man to look up.
