From her table, she could clearly see him.
They both loved the coffee house, and had the common habit of prefering a good latté over the usual beer, on Friday nights.
He was probably thinking about coming to her table, again. But she had pushed him back so many times before… She couldn’t blame him for the hesitation.
He was cute as hell, and playing hard to get was getting harder and harder.
Suddenly, the game took a turn. A gorgeous red-head girl walked in, and the kiss he welcomed her with left little to interpretation…
Damn bitch! – She whispered.
This year, I am dedicating my A to Z Challenge to 100 words pieces of fiction, based on unusual (sometimes a little obsolete) words. If you’d like to get the full list of my challenge posts, just click here.