“West ducked his head to laugh, and Emmerson protested, lunging for him. He cupped West’s chin in his palm.
“Stop hiding your dimple. It’s public property.”
West blinked at him in shock. “You like my dimple?”
“Is that even a question? It has its own fan club, and I’m the founder and president,” he declared, letting go of his chin and tapping on the exact spot it was hiding. “So for the good of world peace, you are hereby banned from hiding its extraordinary existence.”