Found 8 results.
Archive for ‘Holly’
She considered. “Were you looking for something in particular?”
“Well, yeah. I need a gift that says something.”
“Like what?”
“I need a gift that says we’re not dating, but I still kind of like you. But we’re not dating.”
“Welcome to Baskin Robbins. May I take your order please?” I could tell by the girl’s voice that she really wanted me to go away; or at least order something quick and easy. But what fun would that be?
As I ran in, three minutes to close, I noticed there was a cute red-head behind the counter holding keys in her hand. And giving me a look like she wanted to kill me.
“Hi,” I said, a little out of breath.
“We’re closed.”
So once she finished up at work, Holly and I decided to go to Café Yoko’s for dinner. I don’t know why. Café Yoko’s is a shit place to take a date. Not because of the food, or the atmosphere, but the clientèle. And not all of them, really, just a couple of dicks. But [...]
“Okay.” I went to the table to get a dirty glass to wash when I noticed that part of the it had been cleared off, and in the middle of the clean spot was a bottle of pain killers. Its top was off and it was lying haphazardly on its side.
It was empty. Beside it, written in jagged letters, was a note that said, “We’re out of Advil.”