at a coffeeshop where the vibes are kind of inhospitable—very uncomfortable chairs. the woman gets there first. total milf, jogging clothes. she waits for five or ten minutes in a seat with a view of the door. i don’t notice whether he gets there on the hour or whether he’s late. he’s maybe fifteen years younger than she is, six inches taller, and much more formally dressed. he sits down without going for the hug. she can’t see or hear how anxiously he is tapping his foot under the table. she talks first, “it’s so great that we’re doing this,” and she talks more, enough to notice that her speech is slightly, ambiguously slurred—a southern accent? is she a little drunk? both?
I've been thinking about this ever since you posted it, and I'm wondering how much you are fictionalising and if there's anything that can be done to become more observant
I've been thinking about this ever since you posted it, and I'm wondering how much you are fictionalising and if there's anything that can be done to become more observant
Don't let my rambling bother you plz 😅