Status: Haven't we met before?
You.
The waitress attempted nonchalance to the best of her ability, but the sensation that enveloped her entire being as she drew nearer inspired a rhythmic drumming in her heart that would accept no less a rejoinder than singing pitchy radio tunes from the pinnacle of the city skyline. She swallowed gruffly on song lyrics she never realized she knew.
© Detective, 2011
© Detective, 2011