Tiny Post

Just a quick beginning of a romance story.


Tim Harvey


'Oh God!' Kaylee's fiery whisper hit Annie's ear through the moulded plastic of her iPod headphones. 'Check it out!'
Annie already knew the drill. Dipping her head slightly and flashing her eyes to the left she spotted him. Tall, dark and handsome? Not really. Tall, not-so-dark and hot? Definitely.
'He's back!' Kaylee hissed with potent excitement.
He had never left, Annie thought. Despite Kaylee's keen eye for cute guys, this time Annie had outdone her. Several quick glances, easily disguised as stretching or fishing for something elusive in her bag, had led Annie to finally beat Kaylee at her own game. But best not to gloat.
'So he is,' Annie muttered through pursed smirking lips. Her eyes fixed dead ahead. Apparently she was insanely interested in the goings-on across the crowded, rush-hour food court.
Kaylee moaned. 'God! Check the suit!'
Annie had already “checked the suit.” She liked. She liked a lot. If only all men could have the decency to wear a suit like that. No off-the-rack suit tapers in from broad shoulder to slender waist like that. It was a modern suit, grey, but not shiny. Actually quite muted. The shirt was white, and for the first time Annie had to agree, lavender might be too much.
'I know, right?' Annie leaned in to her friend. Mr. Tall, Not-so-dark and Hot was safely way across the food court, by Annie felt much more comfortable confiding with Kaylee in hushed tones.
'Uhh,' Kaylee let out another moan and rested her elbows on the table around her salad. 'Imagine the possibilities.' Her sleepy-eyed stare caused Annie to giggle.
'Go talk to him then,' she nudged her friend on the arm.
'Maybe I will,' Kaylee closed her eyes, her mouth forming into a wide Cheshire-cat grin. 'Maybe I will,' she repeated dreamily.
'Maybe not,' Annie broke Kaylee's lustful daze. The look of desertion on her face was priceless, Annie thought as Kaylee spied Mr. Tall and whatnot greeting his girlfriend. 'Sorry, he's taken.'
'Allegedly,' Kaylee retorted before returning to her daydream. 'Why do I have to talk to him?' She lifted her head and slapped her palms on the table, rattling her salad, and several nearby patrons. 'He should come talk to me,' she said with a bitter mix of sarcasm and nostalgia.
'You're so old-fashioned,' Annie dismissed her friend's cry for attention. Feeling bad about her hard tone, she added, 'You can approach to a guy if you want to.'
'That's just it,' Kaylee said with a sly grin, 'I don't want to approach them.'
Annie smiled at this. She knew exactly what Kaylee meant.