she sat the coke down on the table. not on the coaster, but next to it. I found this interesting. why did she place it next to but not on the coaster. she had firm tits and walked with purpose. so i wouldn’t ask her why she did what she did. i’m sure she has her reasons. i wanted to fuck her. but i don’t have the money. she probably wants money to show off that cunt. so i just asked for a coke instead. the coke she placed next to but not on the coaster.
it was a hot one out there. the coke sweat. it sweat all over. it sweat all over the table because it wasn’t placed on the coaster. i’m ninety-nine percent sure that if it were on the coaster there’d be no wet table right now.
i watched the wetness get bigger and imagined that cunt of hers getting wet underneath her apron. i bet she tasted like wilted roses. not dead roses, but wilted. hints of yesterday still in the bud if you licked it just right.
she asked if i was eating. i said i wish. she gave me a look. i said no, just another coke. she said i can’t live off of coke. i laughed. she left to get me another coke.
an old man carrying a newspaper under his arm walked in and looked at me. he turned around and left. i wondered why he’d even walk in, i’m always here. she brought the new coke and placed it next to the old coke that was sitting next to the coaster.
yeah, she was wet. this was a game. i finished the old coke and began the new coke while she took an order from a group of construction workers three tables down. big ox like men. small dicks for sure. talking about last nights game. she took their orders and walked away. one of them looked at the other with stupid eyes and a stupid face and said some stupid things. she came back and put their drinks down.