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Dot in the Sky ([personal profile] dotinthesky) wrote2019-10-16 09:55 am
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The Flirt


Friday night in São Paulo, drinks and nibbles with friends at trendy restaurant Muquifo.

One of the beautiful waiters – a slim, curly brown haired man with nail varnish – walks past us. “He just eye fucked you,” laughs Vince.

He eye fucks me some more. I reciprocate with smiles.

“Are you going to leave your phone number?” Vince asks. “Let’s find some paper.”

I scratch my name and number on a napkin then fold it in four. The waiter smiles shyly when I gently touch his shoulder on the way out, say goodbye and hand him the napkin.

He never calls.

[identity profile] olamina.livejournal.com 2019-10-16 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)

I love this anyway!

[identity profile] millionreasons.livejournal.com 2019-10-16 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
he hasn't called - YET.

[identity profile] naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com 2019-10-16 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
'Tis better to have given the napkin and not had the call than to have never given the napkin at all.

[identity profile] zenithed.livejournal.com 2019-10-18 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
How far is São Paulo from yours?