I humbly asked for a word or picture prompt on twitter, hoping it would help get the words flowing from my brain. The lovely Bri supplied me with orange.
The juice drips down her chin and I fight the urge to lick it.
Of course, being two tables away would make that impossible. Well two tables and zero introductions.
I want to meet her. I want to take her out, show her how she's inspired me the last few weeks.
Instead, I sit at my table and watch, aching.
She wipes her petite chin with a napkin, sucking another segment of orange between her lips. If her eyes had met mine, I'd think she was teasing me intentionally, but I'm certain she's focused on her friend across the table.