Davo

by N.R. Walker

“And my legs are so white that NASA needs to be notified before I wear shorts for possible light reflection so bright it can disrupt the International Space Station.”

“Did you want to give me your pants?” “Pardon?” He smirked. “Your pants. I’ll make them into shorts. Unless you wanted to wear the tiny gym shorts you mentioned.” “Oh.” I let out a laugh. I’d forgotten about that. I looked down at my somewhat expensive trousers. “Hm, hang on.” I found a less expensive pair and handed them over. “Do to them what you will.” “Hot pants with sequins coming right up.” “Uh.” He laughed. “Or a sensible inch above the knee?” “I’m much more of a sensible inch above the knee kind of guy,” I admitted. “However, I like shiny hotpants. Just not on me. Again with the blinding white legs. It’s quite a look.”