“If you’re nervous, we don’t have to do this now. I’ll refund you.”
I jump at the voice, forgetting for a moment that there are other people in the room. Only two others. The woman reads a magazine while he, Dusty, watches me.
“No, I’m definitely getting one. I’ll get what he had. What was it?” I point at the man on the bike.
Dusty grins. “A rose”
Check out all the flashy fun by hopping to the blog. 100 words on the same picture.
