It happened almost instantaneously. She was sitting at the bar when he walked in. “A shot of vodka.” He told the bartender when he arrived at the bar.
“What is a man like you drinking vodka?” She asked as the bartender poured his vodka. “You’re a whiskey man, aren’t you?”
He stared. She was correct. He hated vodka. She hopped off the stool and made her way to the door. She looked back and winked, goading him to follow her outside to the back alley. The rest was history as he woke up alone next morning, naked in a bed.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.