The Blind Date

Flash Fiction.

She walks in and looks around and though you’ve never lain eyes on her you can tell she’s looking for someone, and go ahead and assume that she is looking for you, so you do a little semi-awkward wave thing to get her attention and she waves back then makes her way to where you are at the bar. You push your stool out to stand up and it makes an obnoxious squeaking sound against the ground and you shrug, just…