Turning from the bar, Tom almost tipped his drinks over Sarah.
‘Woah!’
‘Is idiot boy ever going to do the honourable thing?’
‘What?’
‘Jack. Is he going to ask Emma on a date?’
‘Not in this lifetime.’
‘He’s been dancing round her for months.’
‘He’s worried he’ll be accused …’
‘Of what? Of being a sap?’
‘Of ‘inappropriate behaviour’.’
‘What? Is he that dumb he can’t tell she wants to be asked?’
Tom nodded. ‘Can she not …’
‘She doesn’t think proper for the lady to make the first move.’
‘Then it’s doomed.’
‘Let’s aim for delayed? What’s the plan?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
Saturday, September 5, 2020
Idiot boy
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That is a dilemma, Rob, and you've depicted it really well. Do you ask her out (and risk the whole inappropriate thing), or do you not (and nothing's going to happen, even if you're a good match). I solved the problem back in the day: I did the asking. A bunch of years later, we're still together.
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