The doorbell rang softly. π Is she a customer? Or is she the clerk, slouched over the counter, uniform stuck just in place? π
Their eyes met - just for a second. A playful smile, a subtle change of posture. The cold air buzzed between them, but the heat was palpable. π₯ Fingers touched lightly as they exchanged change, and teasing sounds filled the air. Was this just a casual joke or an unspoken invitation?
Outside, the streets were quiet, fluorescent lights illuminating the sidewalks. π¬ Will she go off on her own, her heels clicking on the sidewalk? Or, is there a chance encounter waiting for you outside the sliding door?
So tell meβ¦if you noticed her fiery, ambiguous gaze at that momentβwould you take the first step? ππ·