A Jill what?

— Hey.
– What?
— That entry, that… Jill Sandwich thing.
– Yes.
— Your phone does that.
– Yes.
— What the hell is that?
– Ok, for this we need YouTube. You remember Resident Evil?
— What, REmake?
– No no, the original on Playstation One.
— Vaguely.
– Here, let this remind you.
Watching clip
— Oh yeah, gees it looks so bright now compared to REmake.
Laughter
— Ooooh my god I absolutely forgot about that!
– A Jill Sandwich!
— Woooooaaah!
– Indeed.
— Man you’re so weird.
– I honestly hope so.
— Only weirdos put that stuff on their phone.
– I’ll take that as a compliment.
— Weirdo.
– Hey.
— You’re a weirdo.
– Hey hey.
— What?
– You have something in your teeth…
— I do? Um…
– No… other side… look…
— Have I got it?
Exasperated sigh
– Come here.
— Is it still there?
– Come here for goodness sake.
— OK.
The meeting of lips
Parted
And exhale
— That wasn’t something in my teeth, that was a kiss.
– Mmm, that’s what you had stuck.
— Someone’s been reading Peter Pan.
– Did you like that?
— I did.
Climbing onto the chair
Settling down, legs straddling
— How many kisses do I have hidden in the corner of my mouth?
Inhale
– I don’t know.
Lips meeting again
Exhale
Warm breath against the skin of the face
Then a laugh
— I can’t believe you have that on your phone!
– A Jill Sandwich.
— Don’t, you’ll make me laugh.
– A Jill Sandwich…

If only.