A Slice of Life
A knock on my door: Pizza Boy.
Handing me a cheese, he looked down,
Nice jacket. I winked and scrawled
my number on his hand, he held
it to his heart, smiled. I’ll see you
around. I closed the door, not wanting
another tug at my heart. But
it was too late. I let him inside
even when I didn’t want to.
Love the flirtation! Great job.
Perfect… I enjoyed writing my own ending. He was probably a bit saucy.
A bold move of the sort I always imagined doing but could never pull off—nice going!