The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 23
Pen name: CherBella
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He sat on the barstool waiting…for her. Absentmindedly flicking his lighter off and on, off and on, off and on.
Every day at six on the dot the hot blonde would come in and take a seat at the bar. Every day she would pull out a cigarette and every day she would ask the bartender for a light.
He didn't smoke. He just bought the lighter an hour ago.
She walked in, she sat down, she pulled out her cigarette. Now was his chance. Before she could say a word, he was at her side.
"Need a light, gorgeous?"