Tomato

Jason’s eyes widen as the tomato hits him and he pauses, his burger still in his hand. Turning his head slowly, he’s having a hard time not smiling, gritting his teeth to keep the laughter in.

Reaching up with one hand, he takes the slimy tomato of his neck and wipes the slime and seeds off with the back of his hand.

Seeing Katie in a laughing fit, he sets his sandwich down, and reaches over, so nonchalantly, then too quickly to stop. Fast as anything, suddenly the tomato slice is sliding down the back of Katie’s shirt, and Jason has scooted to the far end of the couch, ready to defend himself.

“I think you got a veggie down your shirt,” he points out, his face reddening as it’s getting harder to keep from laughing.