musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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I hadn't expected anything to happen today. A thursday much like any other, boring yet interesting at the same time. I am a writer so I can find anything interesting, even the most mundane of events.
Before you ask, yes I am one of those douchebag novelists that sits with a laptop at the local Starbucks to do his writing. But you see there is a good reason for that. As a novelist you need to be able to do a little people watching. You take real people and tweak style and appearances to use in your story. It keeps your characters from becoming bland.
One thing I never expected was the beautiful raven haired woman, whom I've been watching come into the coffee shop for weeks, to come and talk to me. I also never expected her to come back to my apartment to fuck my brains out.
But it turns out that today was not going to be a normal Thursday after all.
Sure enough at exactly 11:20 she walked into the shop to order her triple non-fat mocha latte. Unlike other days in which she appeared calm and put together. Today she seemed rather on edge. Antsy if nothing else. Hard to put a finger on the attitude of someone you've never spoken too.
As she waited for her coffee, she looked at me and seemed to think for a second. Before I knew it she was walking my way.
Before you ask, yes I am one of those douchebag novelists that sits with a laptop at the local Starbucks to do his writing. But you see there is a good reason for that. As a novelist you need to be able to do a little people watching. You take real people and tweak style and appearances to use in your story. It keeps your characters from becoming bland.
One thing I never expected was the beautiful raven haired woman, whom I've been watching come into the coffee shop for weeks, to come and talk to me. I also never expected her to come back to my apartment to fuck my brains out.
But it turns out that today was not going to be a normal Thursday after all.
Sure enough at exactly 11:20 she walked into the shop to order her triple non-fat mocha latte. Unlike other days in which she appeared calm and put together. Today she seemed rather on edge. Antsy if nothing else. Hard to put a finger on the attitude of someone you've never spoken too.
As she waited for her coffee, she looked at me and seemed to think for a second. Before I knew it she was walking my way.