Flash Fiction: Coffee

The Dark Netizen

He sat at the coffee shop, much like every morning, enjoying the little free time he got.

He checked his watch: 9.30, an hour of freedom and then back to the terrors of his servile corporate job.

The line moved forward, and it would soon be his turn to place his order with the cute barista: Cindy, with her comely smile and penchant to get his name right, he had grown quite attracted to her

He had been trying to muster up the courage to ask her out for a week now, but had never managed to until now, when it was finally his turn to place his order with Cynthia, she smiled at him and he felt a hush descend over the crowd, he was finally going to do it.

Just as he was about to utter the words, he heard a beep coming from his phone…

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  6 comments for “Flash Fiction: Coffee

  1. 15andmeowing
    08/21/2018 at 6:29 pm

    Darn phone 🙂

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  2. 08/22/2018 at 11:35 am

    Lesson learned. Use discretion in answering the phone.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. MNL
    08/26/2018 at 7:09 am

    Awwww. Moments like this you should really turn off your cellphone. Who wants to be reached an hour before work starts?

    Liked by 1 person

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