The easily recognizable cowboy grins behind the cage over his face, a flash of white teeth and the wink of an amber eye from beneath the black helmet. A charming grin I know from spending hours staring at a glossy, still version of it. “Beat it, Theo. You know I fuckin’ hate milk.” A teasing grin touches Theo’s lips as he speaks. “You look cute in those ads with it painted above your lip though. Cute for an old guy.”
