I breathed out through my nose and put down my sub.
“Do you really like my beard?” I asked.
“What?” Brendan asked. He paused between bites, but he didn’t stop.
“Like, a lot? I should keep it?”
I sighed. “That instills confidence.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he said. “It’s a beard.”
I pursed my lips. “Sorry.”
He looked at my beard carefully. “There’s something in it,” he finally said.
That was sweet. He really thought it added something. I smiled. “Thank you, that’s what—”
He reached up and picked a piece of meatball from it.