IT’S JUST A CUTE QUIRK… I’M SURE
She was late. She was always late. I don’t even know why I bother to show up on time. Killing twenty minutes at the Music Gallery and then coming to the Downtown Grinds… I would have been in a far better mood.
They say opposites attract… I guess that is true.
I like to get to places early. Sometimes I show up a half-hour early, just to be safe.
Being late is so disrespectful.
Here she come’s. Man, is she beautiful.
“Hey, Tony. Sorry I’m a little late. Traffic was horrid.”
Smiling, I cross-round and hold the chair for her.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 100 word story.