Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Drabble #68

Kelly sat down at the small glass table with her hot coffee. Today's going to be different, she told herself, convinced. After all, I didn't bring my laptop today. More time to think with less distractions.
She looked up. "Sorry, who are you?"
The man had clear, genuine green eyes, wavy black hair, and a jawline that could cut glass. His smile turned into a concerned frown. 'You don't remember me?"
"I'm assuming we've met before. And I guess I blew my chance at pretending to know you," Kelly said sheepishly, yet shamelessly, without bothering to filter her words.

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