echolog – the girl with a secret weapon
“Jesus,” I believe I said.
She shrugged. I was genuinely impressed, and stalling to think.
“And I bet you say that to all the boys,” I said.
“All the boys,” she snapped back.
It was quiet for a while, before I had to say it myself:
“I’ve got a thing for eyes, sorry,” I repeated slowly. “Fuck.”
“Seven words to slay,” she shrugged again.
“Eight,” I said, “I think.”
“Whatever.”
Notes:
- The first of two stories from last night’s session, relayed consecutively.
- I’m still collating here; working out what, exactly, I did right might take a bit of time.