Making The Man

“Syn, I tell you. If I have to go out with another jerk who tries to grab my ass before we even make it to the restaurant, I will scream.”
Looking across the breakfast table at her best friend, Synoma smiled. Anjolie’s long brown waves still wet from her shower and knotted on top of her head, her face appeared fresh exotic with her Hispanic features. As someone who has always been interested in design, Syn enjoyed watching people’s body and form, dressing them up in her mind. Her best friend was the perfect model. “That bad, huh?”
“Yes.” Grabbing a blueberry bagel out of the bag in the center of the table, Anjolie stood up. Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she moved to the toaster oven and put the parted bread inside. “Peter was an asshole.”
“Bet you told him so too?” She dug into her grapefruit.
Anjolie turned, her robe slipped down her right shoulder and revealed the curve of her shoulder and the top swell of her small breast, and she smiled. “I did. Even though what I really wanted to do was introduce my knee to his nuts and ask him how he liked being touched.”
Laughing, Synoma asked her friend, “Whatever happened to nice guys, Anjee?”