They lay facing away from each other each surreptitiously checking their watches.
Damn, he thought, it was supposed to be a one-night stand, wham bam thank you mam and yet I’m still here.
Damn, she thought, it was supposed to be a one-night stand, but he’s still here.
“Go buy some croissants to go with the coffee,” she commanded.
A minute later he returned. “Lift’s broken.”
She raised her eyebrows, smiled. He turned to the stairs. Only twelve flights down, only twelve up, he thought.
At the seventh floor he realises he remembers her name. Must be love.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here. And I can’t comment on your pieces because I have bad wifi and am on a stupid iPad which is all terrible.