he didn’t come for coffee.

A little snippet from a larger story I’ve been working on… forever…


{At dinner with friends…}

“You love that I have great taste in wine… and food…” Abby shook her head. “And friends, I suppose,” she added with an eye roll, laughing at her friends’ teasing.

“True… we do love that about you,” Joe said. Emma nodded in agreement, raising her glass again.

“She has great taste in men, too,” Carly blurted out. Abby knew her cheeks immediately turned red.

“What?!” Emma perked right up. “Men? What men?”

“Oh, Emma, he was beautiful,” Carly sighed and made dreamy eyes at Abby.

“Wait, what?” Emma grabbed Abby’s arm. “What is she talking about?”

Before Abby could say anything, Carly jumped in. “This morning, Em, this Adonis came into the shop and asked for her.” Carly turned to Abby and saw her rosy cheeks.

“Oh God,” Abby mumbled, covering her face with her hand.

Emma grabbed Abby’s hand and pulled it away from her face. “Spill!” she demanded.

“Yeah, Abby!” Carly giggled, “Who was that gorgeous guy? Tell us!”

Abby took a deep breath but felt her heart pounding at the thought of him anyway. “A friend…” she said shyly.

Carly looked at Emma. “He was not looking at her in a friendly way, Em. Trust me on this!”

“Abigail.” Emma always used Abby’s full name when she was serious. Or trying to be serious. “I knew it! I knew there was a man! He’s the reason, isn’t he?”

“The reason?” Abby asked.

“Carly,” Emma said turning away from Abby. “Yesterday, I walked in on Abby slicing coffee cake in the back and she didn’t even notice me. And she was singing!”

“All right,” Joe had to interrupt. “Now even I’m curious…”

Abby felt all eyes on her. “I told you…” She tried not to have a ridiculously telling smile on her face, but she knew she failed. “He’s a friend…”

“For now,” Carly teased. She turned to Emma. “That’s what Abby told me this morning… for now…

Emma smiled at Carly. “So Carls, Adonis?”

Carly looked over at Joe. “Joe, block your ears.” She laughed and looked back at Emma. “Em… he is really hot. Like, dreamy hot. If you look up ‘tall-dark-and-handsome,’ there‘s probably a picture of him.”

“Oh my God.” Abby blushed again and ran her fingers through her hair. She agreed with every word Carly said, but she still wasn’t sure she was ready to share anything more.

“So Abby…” Emma nudged her, “when is he coming back to the bakery?”

“I’m not sure,” Abby mumbled.

“Okay, ladies,” Joe came to Abby’s rescue. “I think we’ve embarrassed Abby enough. Look at her! She’s as red as that strawberry margarita you’re drinking.”

Abby smiled at Joe. “You’re my hero right now,” she said, endlessly grateful for his words.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to check this guy out,” Joe said. “I have to make sure he’s good enough for you.”

He’s perfect for me, Abby thought. But she said nothing.

“Well, he’s definitely hot enough,” Carly offered. “And Em, don’t worry, he’ll show up at the shop again. He was not there for coffee. I saw the way he looked at Abby. A man does not undress a friend with his eyes when he looks at her. He’ll be back.”

face palm.


~Writing 101: day 11

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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One Response to he didn’t come for coffee.

  1. Wandering Soul says:

    Nice! i can’t wait to read the full version 🙂

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