Somewhere between my second and third cups of coffee, I passed the 25,000-word mark. The mystical milestone of 33,000 words isn't so far away. Here is a slice...
He couldn't seem to look away. She wore a blue collared shirt, black slacks and a green apron. He conjectured it was a uniform, since the guy next to her wore the exact same outfit, which could have also meant they were having a really embarrassing day or were one of those couples who strangely enjoyed dressing alike.
He glanced down for a second and then back in her direction. He noticed her name tag, which suddenly gave credibility to the whole uniform theory. Her name was Pria.
Tigg said the name silently, allowing his lips to form the word. It sounded pretty in his head. He then realized she was looking at him. Had she seen him say her name? Hadn't he been taught it was rude to read with his mouth open?
He looked away quickly. Maybe she couldn't tell he had said her name. He mouthed it a couple of times to the mirror behind the bar. It looked like his reflection was blowing him a kiss.
He froze and glanced every so slowly to see if she had left. She was still there, eyeing him with suspicion. His cheeks grew red and he quickly looked down at his hands. His desire to become invisible reached an all-time high.
Kay was suddenly there, behind the bar. He jumped. She smiled at him and said, "Wow. That was sad."
"What was sad? I have no idea what you're talking about," he denied, still staring at his hands.
"You really should cover your mouth when you read."
He leaned in and whispered, "Oh God. Was it that obvious?"
"Uh, yeah. Pria. That's a pretty name."
Tigg put his head down on the bar and moaned, "I'm such a loser."
Kay grabbed a rag, lifted his head, wiped the bar, put down a coaster and let his head drop with a thud. "Hey now, there there. At least you're being honest with yourself. Now, what'll it be?"
