Roast For Tall People Novels & Stories

I swear the shadows are following me as I walk to work, yet I feel protected and safe with them. The smell of coffee surrounds me and I sip a Roasted-Toasted black. Roasted-Toasted is my special headache flavor, it is half French roast and half toasted almond coffee. It’s warm and inviting like a hug, yet bitter like the taste on my tongue after my arguments with Kyle. “Shit! Flavor of the Day is Roasty-Toasty! It’s that bad, huh?” Lee observes.

I muttered looking down at the floor, I never noticed there was a crack on that tile, the patterns look really nice though. "Then what's the main reason?" he asked tilting my head up to look at him. "Well, I don't know. But it's probably something big." I shrugged trying to think of a reason...it's just selfish and wrong for me to ask... maybe? "Well let me ask you this then, do you like it when I'm close to you?" He stepped closer to me, my boobs were pressing his naked torso, him standing this close to me makes me see the height difference. I'm a 142 cm tall and he might around 179 to 189 cm... the guy is really tall. I don't know...all I know is that I'm a midget when I'm standing next to

He raised it high in the air and struck the meat, causing me to flinch. The air was filled with clanking sounds as he chopped the meat into pieces. Strands of his grey hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and his arm muscles flexed at every lift. He wore a pretty worn-out shirt, with its sleeves completely ripped off. Judging from how tall he stood against the table, he was over six feet tall. “You’re yet to tell me your name.” His deep voice echoed in my ears after the clanking sounds stopped. I let out a faint smile—I bet he even noticed I did.