Piece of Paper

on Friday, April 12, 2013

“Here.” The seemingly innocent waitress who served their dinner grinned when she cornered him in a silent hallway, handing him a piece of paper. “I’ll be waiting.”

His eyes darkened and her own twinkled mischievously.

She was gone and he looked at what she gave – her number. He smirked.

He stopped walking when he realized he was alone. He turned and there she was, crouching on the ground. “What are you doing?”

His wife said nothing, straightening up and showing him a piece of paper.

A piece of paper that had a number

A piece of paper that was his

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