Emma put down her fork.
‘What happened to Jack the joker?’
‘What?’
‘The bloke that I used to flirt but not flirt with?’
‘He’s got stage fright.’
‘There’s only one person in the audience.’
‘That’s making it worse. Along with imposter syndrome.’
‘Imposter …’
‘You were the impossible dream. Now …’
‘We’re on a date.’
‘And my feet can’t touch the bottom of the pool.’
‘Just relax and swim with me.’
Jack snorted a laugh.
‘Think of it as clothed skinny dipping.’
‘What?’
‘Are you seeing me as I’m seeing you?’
‘Err.’
‘Now we’re in the same pool.’ Emma smiled.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
You know, it would be helpful, wouldn't it, if all dates involved this much honesty, Rob. This is great!
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