Status: ongoing
Duffle Bag Blues
III.
"This is my favorite place," Parker said, ignoring the pout plastered on Opal's face. It was a Moroccan-themed restaurant good enough to be listed on the Zagat. Dim lighting, plump pillows surrounding low tables in cerulean, mauve, and emerald, and a menu inspired by the owner's hometown of Fes.
Once they were seated, Parker looked smugly at his date. "I didn't peg you as a sore loser."
She huffed. "I'm not sore! You cheated, rigged every single game. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."
They locked eyes over the small candle between them. Both smiled before looking away.
Once they were seated, Parker looked smugly at his date. "I didn't peg you as a sore loser."
She huffed. "I'm not sore! You cheated, rigged every single game. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."
They locked eyes over the small candle between them. Both smiled before looking away.