A Vengeful Affair
“Vivian sipped her orange juice as she sat opposite Javier on the terrace outside the café.
It was a beautiful morning. She squinted toward the river, trying to exhale the tension from her shoulders.
“Why aren’t you comfortable with your height?” Javier asked.
“Pardon?”
“I noticed you wore flats the first day I saw you. You tend to slightly hunch instead of walking tall.”
Vivian straightened her shoulders. “I don’t hunch.”
“You almost tripped last night.”
“I’m not a professional dancer,” she ret...orted.
“I meant when you were walking in high heels.”
“Suddenly I’m the hunchback of Notre-Dame?”
His warm laugh was as intimate as a caress. “Not quite like the hunchback. But why?”
“I don’t…” She sighed, too tired to be combative. A moment later, she said, “It was my father.”
“Your bad posture is hereditary?” he teased.
“No.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I don’t know. He left when I was four.”
She wondered whether to say more.MoreLess
It was a beautiful morning. She squinted toward the river, trying to exhale the tension from her shoulders.
“Why aren’t you comfortable with your height?” Javier asked.
“Pardon?”
“I noticed you wore flats the first day I saw you. You tend to slightly hunch instead of walking tall.”
Vivian straightened her shoulders. “I don’t hunch.”
“You almost tripped last night.”
“I’m not a professional dancer,” she ret...orted.
“I meant when you were walking in high heels.”
“Suddenly I’m the hunchback of Notre-Dame?”
His warm laugh was as intimate as a caress. “Not quite like the hunchback. But why?”
“I don’t…” She sighed, too tired to be combative. A moment later, she said, “It was my father.”
“Your bad posture is hereditary?” he teased.
“No.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I don’t know. He left when I was four.”
She wondered whether to say more.MoreLess
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