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The pungent sting of the ink twitched his nostrils (black always seemed to go to his head) but Daniel waved the marker under his nose for a moment before recapping.
He flicked the switch and the neon fluttered, the electric buzz looming large then receding quickly into the hum of the morning as he hung the Special.
Her eyes flashed an emerald green and Daniel cocked an eyebrow with his smile but her forehead furrowed as she walked past, transforming his grin to a sneer: “Probably a vegetarian.”
Simply superb !
Thank you, Shoba!
Funny that he jumps to vegetarianism for why she doesn’t fancy him. My first thought would have been, “Wait, did I get black marker on my nose?” 🙂
Ha! In my version he’s a supposed to be a jerk. I kinda like your ending though! = )
That’s the way of a jerk, true: If you don’t like me, there must be something wrong with *you*. Alas, the jerk finds that there’s something wrong with an awful lot of people, somehow. What a coincidence. 😉
Funny how that works. = )
People who think too much of themselves always go around thinking that they are too mighty to dislike. What a winner… not.
Excellent. Creates a world with depth in just a few words. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Thank you. And it was my pleasure – I will certainly visit again!
Back at you!