She liked to drink.
He liked her.
She liked his party.
He liked her when she drank because she snorted when she laughed.
She didn’t like his pink hat.
He liked his pink hat.
She liked a lot of things, but didn’t like to talk about them: Instead, she got him to talk about all the things he liked, and, by the end of the case of beer, he realized that he hadn’t learned anything about her, let alone what, or who, she liked.
He liked how she got the officer to drop the noise complaint, because she was subtle, and powerful, convincing the person they had chosen to be nice, when she had them on a string, the puppet with a hand-gun.
She liked watching him from the right side, when he smoked.
He liked how she lit his cigarette.
She liked how he didn’t object when she said it’s getting late, I should really be going.
word by Liam Lachance
colour by Iker Ayesteran