Seven Hundred and Fifty Words
I haven't spoken seven hundred and fifty words to her since the beginning. It was a deep cut. I bled for her. I burned. A crazy rush of nerves crowded my mouth each time we bumped into each other. Garbled speech. Blushed cheeks. Her smile. Her eyes drowned me and this time I was going to ask. "Maybe... Do you... Um. Think we could..." "I'd love to. Relax." Her hand touched me and my skin drank her in. "Coffee? Dinner?" "Let's just hang out. Meet me at the club later." The Uni club. A jungle of better-looking men. All beating their chests. It didn't matter. "Don't get your hopes up." I told my crazy beating heart. My beer watched me mockingly as I waited for her. She was intercepted by eager men. Her eyes apologised to me as she politely excused herself. This was real. Perhaps a nasty set up. But real. "Hi." I take too long to respond to her smiled hello. "Maybe you could get me a Riesling?" ...