Our elbows touched. He turned away—as if I wouldn’t catch him—and blushed into his bawdy paperback. Seconds later, he downed his coffee and darted out the door.
I watched lazily as he fumbled for his keys. He fell into the driver’s seat and took off. Rain darkened the asphalt of his parking bay.
Ah dear—I thought, lighting up my Kindle with a smile—if only you knew what I was reading too. We could be such good friends 😏
Originally published in Dot Club #13 (June 2019).