Category Archives: How they met

It was after midnight when she opened the door to Bad Habits.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder and went to the desk. “Can I help you?” “I hope so.” “How many?” “Two, please.” “What did you have in … Continue reading →

“Excuse me,” he said.  “You have been looking at the sign for ten minutes and I was wondering why?” “You’ve been watching me for ten minutes?”  she asked, backing up. “No.  I noticed you when I went into the bagel … Continue reading →

“Hi,” he said. “Hi,” “This isn’t exactly what I expected,” he mumbled, looking around. “What did you expect?” she asked, moving a few steps forward in line. He shrugged.  “I don’t know, just not this.  I guess I thought we … Continue reading →

“You’re a little different,” she said, giving him a once over. “In what way?” he asked. “You’re kind of unique.” “Thanks,” he said, nodding at her. “Role playing?” “Yes,” he said. “Comicon?” “Naw. I’m just an alien.” “Really?” “Your world … Continue reading →

“Nice mask,” she said, waking around him in a tight circle. “Good costume.” “Mask?” “I like it.  Just scary enough with the beak and the steampunk eyes.  It’s cool.  Excellent artistry.” “Cool?”  he repeated. “If you’re waiting for the bus, … Continue reading →

“And you are?” she asked, waiting to take his order. “What do you mean?  Aren’t you supposed to ask what I want to eat, not what I am?” “Depends,” she said, tapping her pencil against her order pad.” “Depends on … Continue reading →

“Nice scars,” he asked. “Excuse me?” she said, turning around. “I couldn’t help but notice.  I mean you’re standing in line in front of me, wearing a tank top, and I can see all the scars you have.” “I don’t … Continue reading →