(Note: This story has been rewritten in the following post AFTER Rochelle’s challenge (Look In the comments))
We were having coffee in the little Coffee Shop opposite the Library. I preferred it to the branded coffee shops but mostly because of Gabriela, the dark haired Peruvian Barista. Her upper lip curled sensually and suggestively on one side and it was so mesmerising that I’d often had to avert my gaze at the last minute to avoid embarrassment.
So you said “Just pick up the file from the Basement Archives.”
“It’ll be a doddle (*).” I grimaced at your englishness.
“But it’s closing in 5 minutes.”
“You’ve just got time”. He replied.
So I crossed the road, went into the library and, of course, the Archives were closed.
When I got back you’d left; and, so had Gabriela.
(*) Doddle : a very easy task: this printer’s a doddle to set up and use.
This is this weeks Friday Fictioneers. Thanks again to Rochelle for giving us such inspiring prompts to fuel our imagination.