The waiter came over and I ordered just a cup of coffee as I wasn't in the mood for much more than coffee and her.The waiter came over and I ordered just a cup of coffee as I wasn't in the mood for much more than coffee and her. The waiter winked at me, smiling. I was a regular here, and he rushed off, swishing this way and that, to get me my favorite house brand. The lady appeared to not have noticed he was even there. I was used to this sort of thing... lots of young, career, professional, yuppie females come into this place, looking to meet Mr. Right, or looking to impress this boss or that. They liked to drink their coffee, sit at their tables and look good, and more often than not I'd end up taking them home and using them like they wanted to be used, then sending them on their way. Tonight seemed like it'd be nothing out of the ordinary. I could get through her book and touch that animalistic part of her that brought her here. The waiter brought me my coffee and swished away, trailing his hand across my shoulder as he past me by. I smiled and shook my head, looking around surreptitiously. I caught her glancing my way and smirked. She could be had... I looked at the book she was so enthralled by and read the title. I was slightly surprised and pleased to see that she was reading one of my favorites, a new book called "The Living One". "You read much horror?" I asked her. She looked up at me, slightly confused, and said "Beg pardon?" "You read much horror?" "Oh! This. Yes... I pick up a book now and then. I like coming in here and finding some dark corner and curl up with a good suspense story. What about you? I take it you've read this?" She held up her book so that I could get a better view of the spine. "It's one of my favorites. |