Prologue…Two Weeks Before Thanksgiving
“Seriously, if you want to experience this city in a different way, just take this man with you. As soon as he opens his mouth, it’s like you get a key to the city. His accent opens doors to a whole new world.”
“Michonne,” Rick said while blushing slightly. “I think you are giving new meaning to the phrase ‘artistic license.’ People don’t treat me any differently.”
“Rick, come on,” Michonne scoffed. “Once people hear that accent, they start bending over backwards being nice and helpful. And I’m not complaining because I benefit as well.”
Sasha laughed. “You sure it isn’t his face that’s opening all those doors?”
Michonne squinted her eyes and pretended to exam Rick’s face. “No. I think it’s strictly the accent.” She said to the amusement of everyone, including Rick.
“As y’all can see, if I ever get the notion to overinflate my ego, Michonne is right there with a sharp tool at the ready to keep me grounded.”
“Are you referring to my mind or my mouth?”
After a quick glance at her mouth, Rick locked eyes with Michonne. “Both.”
Michonne responded with a smile which Rick couldn’t help but return.
Sasha and Aaron sat on the other side of the table and watched their friends’ interaction before casting a smirk at each other.