ficklet #1

two cosmopolitans, and five cigarettes later...

he walked in. he had that air of confidence. that smile of his that melted her. she hated it.

he sat down. one san mig light. as much as she tried not to look at him, she couldn't help it.

"so is it true?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

"yes." he replied.

"when?"

"june"

june bride. how original.

"lucky her. i'm happy for you" she said, swallowing her pride.

small talk. you've got to hate it.

then above the blaring music, he leaned over, looked straight into her eyes and said, "i still want to grab you"

she smiled.

she put her hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze.

"i know. and i want you to."


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