“Would you stop! He’ll see you!” Your friend says.
Rolling your eyes you return your gaze to the older man standing across the street, his child holding his hand. He has broad shoulders, a wide waist and stomach, and legs that look like he either dead lifts or runs. And for his age, with silvery salt and pepper hair and laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, he looks good. As your brain begins to picture multiple ways you’d make love to him, you turn your head just as he glances your way.
“He’ll never know, calm down.” you say.
As they enter the shop, the child sprouts a pair of bat wings and flits over to a booth while her dad gets their orders. You choke on your milkshake and cover your coughing fit with napkins. Your friend is giving a death “I told you so” glare while pounding your on the back.
The older gent places his and his daughter’s tray on their table before returning to the front,
“Are you alright?” he asks.
You nod as your friend returns to their seat, “Fine. Went down the wrong pipe.”
He smiles sagely, before handing you a note with a man’s name and telephone number on it.
“I felt you staring, and while i’m flattered, and a bit creeped out with some of the positions you were imagining us in, i am also happily married. She is the joy of my soul, and as you can see we have a child together. But… my little brother is single. Have a good day.” He says.
You pull your knees up to cover your face as you feel it heat; your friend is laughing so hard they’re almost wheezing at this point.
The only upside about all of this is the number you have clutched in your hands. Maybe you’ll give him a call… after you find the courage to crawl out of the hole you’ve just dug yourself into.
(funny little something that @zarcake-writes inspired me to write. Have fun.)
MonstersinBlackSilk 