The Thin Red Line
Published in Everyday Fiction. Photo: Joshua Hanks on Unsplash
I can’t work the till. It’s my first day. The café is busy but he’s patient. He stands watching me. He has dark hair. A tall drink of water as my nan would say.
Two days later we’re drinking beer in a pub. He orders for me. I don’t say I don’t like it. He takes me home. We have sex. I don’t even know him. That makes me cheap.