Beast
J.S. Wilder
the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.
"An espresso," I replied. As much as I couldn't deny his good looks, I knew that an attractive exterior could hide a multitude of sins. I needed a quick drink, something I could finish and flee if necessary.
The waitress, acknowledging that he already had his drink, flashed him a quick smile before leaving us alone. Tomas filled the silence that her departure left behind.
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