Love & Lies: Marisol's Story
““I know it’s hot,” she said, gathering her skirt above her knees and fanning her long legs with it, “but I have to have my coffee. Do you like espresso?”
“I do,” I said, “except those tiny cups don’t last long enough.”
She laughed. “Well, then, we’ll just have to order two or three right off the bat. Coffee is the blood in my veins.”
Just the idea that she had blood and veins and other human organs made my own circulatory system pound in my ears.
She leaned across the table and pointed to the m...enu. “Tell me, do you like hummus? They make the best hummus here I’ve ever tasted.”
I wasn’t a particular fan of hummus, but I was in the mood to be tutored by Olivia Frost in all things. “I’ll try it,” I said.
She laid a long-fingered hand over my small, scruffy knuckles and said, “Something tells me you aren’t always this agreeable.”
I wasn’t making this up, was I? There was something going on here. “Why do you think that?” I asked.
She lifted her hand and sat back in her chair to appraise me.MoreLess
“I do,” I said, “except those tiny cups don’t last long enough.”
She laughed. “Well, then, we’ll just have to order two or three right off the bat. Coffee is the blood in my veins.”
Just the idea that she had blood and veins and other human organs made my own circulatory system pound in my ears.
She leaned across the table and pointed to the m...enu. “Tell me, do you like hummus? They make the best hummus here I’ve ever tasted.”
I wasn’t a particular fan of hummus, but I was in the mood to be tutored by Olivia Frost in all things. “I’ll try it,” I said.
She laid a long-fingered hand over my small, scruffy knuckles and said, “Something tells me you aren’t always this agreeable.”
I wasn’t making this up, was I? There was something going on here. “Why do you think that?” I asked.
She lifted her hand and sat back in her chair to appraise me.MoreLess
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