Today’s words: DUCK – DRAMA – HELL.
My ongoing story:
“I’ll get them,” he said, leaping up and striding to the bar.
Sandy leaned back and exhaled, wondering what the hell she was doing. She didn’t need this: not the drama, or the conversation, and certainly not the flirting – that was the LAST thing she needed. So what was she doing?
She rolled her eyes and looked away, delving inside her bag to make sure everything was still where it should be. As she pulled her arm back she knocked a beer mat off the table, and it fell to the floor.
Ducking to retrieve it, she saw Danny’s bag.