Drabble: Customer Service or Do What You Love (Orginial Fiction)
I'll take my inspiration where I can get it.
Customer Service or Do What You Love 121 words. Orginal Fiction. Rated G.
She can hear his smile as it travels across the air and into her ear. His smile makes her smile, and she nods to herself, murmuring words back across the air, back to him.
His smile is business; his smile is money, and she knows this, even as warmth spreads through her chest. His smile only exists for the exchange of the dollar and yet it makes her feel better.
She puts her phone in her pocket, resting her hand against the bulge it makes in the fabric. She's aware of just how stupid the smile on her face is.
She smiles anyway, turning into the breeze, thinking of the phone call and just how good he is at his job.
Customer Service or Do What You Love 121 words. Orginal Fiction. Rated G.
She can hear his smile as it travels across the air and into her ear. His smile makes her smile, and she nods to herself, murmuring words back across the air, back to him.
His smile is business; his smile is money, and she knows this, even as warmth spreads through her chest. His smile only exists for the exchange of the dollar and yet it makes her feel better.
She puts her phone in her pocket, resting her hand against the bulge it makes in the fabric. She's aware of just how stupid the smile on her face is.
She smiles anyway, turning into the breeze, thinking of the phone call and just how good he is at his job.