Once they were back at the boutique, Rick was standing waiting at the door.
"You made my sister cry. Look at her. She's a mess and it's only been two hours."
Before Rick went to swing to punch Roman in the face, Poppy punched him right in the nuts and then walked past as if it was a daily occurrence as he dropped to the floor.
"What the hell, Poppy?"
"It's not Roman's fault, you dick head. It's Daddy's. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect date. Because of him, it's ruined!" she cried, running up the stairs to her apartment.
Roman reached for Rick's hand, helping him off the floor. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I wore a cup just in case, but the damn thing shifted, and she caught me in my right nut."
Roman couldn't help but laugh as Rick tapped on his junk and the clunk of the athletic cup rapped in his jeans.
"I always come prepared."
"I would never make your sister cry. At least not on purpose."
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