Blame The Girl

Little Constellation Face

"If I connected the beauty marks on your face, I bet I could make Cassiopeia." Chad stated out of the blue, his words cutting into my ramble about lunch ideas.

"What?" I was having trouble shifting subject gears.

"You have a lot of beauty marks on your face. If I took your eyeliner and connected the dots, I'm pretty sure there's a constellation there."

"I just asked you if you wanted Thai food, where did Cassiopeia come from?" I asked as the questioning lines began to form on the space between my eyebrows. "And I don't have that many beauty marks on my face."

"I'm not saying you have the Big Dipper going on over there. It's more like one of the little ones, where all the stars are mostly clustered together with one out-stretched star, to make a tail of sorts." His index finger trailed across the prominent beauty marks forming a triangle under my eye and the one lonely one below my lip.

I stood silent and hungry, still trying to follow his A.D.D. moment.

"It's adorable. I think I'll call you my little constellation face. Whattya think?"

"Yea uhm... that's cute. So, does this mean that you don't want Thai food?"