Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The man sat in the restaurant slowly…slowly stirring his tea watching her. The rain bouncing off the awning and onto the sidewalk below. Couples raced by fighting the spray, the early spring chill and each other to find cars parked too far away. The real object of attention though worked three tables away. She wore a tight white top that showed the goodies. Modestly. She complimented this with a tight pencil skirt and kitten heels. Between customers, he watched as the Red Head went outside and rounded the corner for a quick smoke. He watched her breathe in the smoke and exhale it like her spirit depended on it. The cigarette trembling in her hand.

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