Ficly

Hungry

“Anything you’re just…BURNING TO KNOW?” the lean face leered at her.

This was already the best blind date Anna had ever had.
She smiled back.
Well, half-smiled.
But it was the left side of her face. That’s the good half. Her right side does the evil smile.
Anna sipped ice water and considered.
I don’t want to ask him about himself. I don’t want to hear about his job at a law firm, his volunteer work with abandoned pets, his tenor sax.
On an impulse Anna reached out and touched Richard’s hand.
Richard froze. Then slowly grinned.
She pulled her hand back.
I want the adventure falsely promised by that roguish smile.
Anna withdrew the smile.
Slouched back in her chair.
And asked for the check.

This story has no comments.