Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop -- Sketches

{Sketches, for me, are when I come up with a conversation inside of a scene I haven't fleshed out yet.}

{I have no idea where or when in the story the following exchange is going to occur but... it has to happen. Because... it's so them.}

“Alright, Duchess, I’ll help you ask around about your sister.”

 

“Duchess?!” She looked a little irritated and confused.

“Should I call you ‘Princess’ instead?” He smirked at her.

She blushed and he chuckled. She probably still had the damn t-shirt that said ‘Daddy’s Princess.’

“You can call me Jennifer,” she snapped and turned and flounced toward the coffee shop He enjoyed watching her walk away as much as he enjoyed watching her approach.

“Spoken like a true duchess,” he called after her. She paused for only half a second and if it was possible, her back straightened even more before she flipped him off. He laughed a little more. "Hey, try not to get this one blown up."

She stopped and whirled back around to face him and he immediately cursed himself. She was still traumatized from the previous day and there was nothing in her heretofore good girl life that would prepare her for weathering such an event. She could compartmentalize and shove it into the back of her awareness, but she couldn’t carry it otherwise. She looked angry and slightly disgusted. Those were reactions he was familiar with. Especially from Nice Girls.