Post by zoe on May 11, 2017 6:20:57 GMT -5
Hi everyone, these are the first 253 words of my adult contemporary romance (small town, food related).
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The bell above the door jingled and Mark lifted his head in time to see a woman enter his diner. Her eyes darted from one taken table to the next before she made a beeline to the last unoccupied booth by the window. She put down her shoulder bag and backpack first, then removed her parka and sweater before sitting down. Mark smiled. She was still wearing at least two layers and a thick scarf. She took off her knit hat and shook out dark blond hair that fell to her shoulders.
Mark tore his eyes from her before she noticed him staring. He turned to the kitchen window for the order of burgers and fries Sally had placed there. He made small talk with Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Sanchez, widowers who came in at least twice a week for a shared dinner, before swiping a menu from their table. He walked over to the newly occupied window booth.
“Hey, welcome to Inferno,” he said. She startled and swung around to stare up at him with wide green eyes. He took an instinctive half-step back to put her at ease. “I brought you a menu. Would you like something to drink?”
She blinked and he wondered if she spoke English, given the surprised, anxious look she was giving him. But then she collected herself and her voice was steady when she said, “A cup of coffee, please.”
Mark delivered two more orders before circling back to her table with a pot of coffee.
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Thank you for your thoughts!
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The bell above the door jingled and Mark lifted his head in time to see a woman enter his diner. Her eyes darted from one taken table to the next before she made a beeline to the last unoccupied booth by the window. She put down her shoulder bag and backpack first, then removed her parka and sweater before sitting down. Mark smiled. She was still wearing at least two layers and a thick scarf. She took off her knit hat and shook out dark blond hair that fell to her shoulders.
Mark tore his eyes from her before she noticed him staring. He turned to the kitchen window for the order of burgers and fries Sally had placed there. He made small talk with Mr. Nicholson and Mr. Sanchez, widowers who came in at least twice a week for a shared dinner, before swiping a menu from their table. He walked over to the newly occupied window booth.
“Hey, welcome to Inferno,” he said. She startled and swung around to stare up at him with wide green eyes. He took an instinctive half-step back to put her at ease. “I brought you a menu. Would you like something to drink?”
She blinked and he wondered if she spoke English, given the surprised, anxious look she was giving him. But then she collected herself and her voice was steady when she said, “A cup of coffee, please.”
Mark delivered two more orders before circling back to her table with a pot of coffee.
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Thank you for your thoughts!
