“I didn’t think locals hung out at
places like this.”
“We don’t usually, but they’re
great spots to meet girls from out of town.”
I shook my head. “Ah, so you're one of them.”
“One of who?”
“The type to prey on innocent
tourists.”
“Innocent tourists? You make me
sound like the big bad wolf.”
“And you’re not?” I questioned.
“Only if you’re Red Riding Hood,”
he said flirtatiously.
“Wow, that’s original.” I caught
myself staring at his eyes again and decided it was time to end the
conversation. “Well, nice talking to you.”
“Hey, I didn’t even get your name
yet.”
“Allie.”
“Is that short for Allison?”
“Yes, but no one calls me Allison.”
I cursed myself. Why couldn’t I just walk away from this guy? I briefly
regretted my decision to swear off men because if I hadn’t this one would be
exactly my type: tall, strong, and confident. He was exactly the kind to avoid.
So excited! Great teaser! ;)
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