I met Colette at a coffee bar on the Main, a Greek place where it’s easy to pick up girls.
She spoke very little English but tried hard anyway.
Thick Canuck accent like a cartoon.
I could tell she was from the sticks because her teeth were crooked.
Still, she was a looker.
Raven hair and pale skin.
We got on good at first, but then my alarms started going off.
She was needy.
I told her I had to go but that we should meet at Gibeau’s later.
“I’ll be waiting for you around back,” I said.
She smiled.
Sounds like he met a witch or a vampire. He better be careful if he meets her after dark. Good story!
Love that you know what this is 😉
I like how the title plays into the story as a whole!
I’ll admit I was confused by the not speaking English but having a thick Canuck accent. Or is that him? Maybe I need to read it a few more times.
Sounds like he played a dirty trick on her.
hmm … smiled or smirked? 😉 I wonder who though they had whom in the bag … 😉