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Something Different: A PoP 2008 FanFicThe prince paced back and forth in his small flat, it was a few hours before the "date" and he had nothing to wear. He cursed his closet full of desert gear, and underwear. He had two options:
Going into the bazaar and buying something.
Or, going to the dinner in desert gear.
He honestly preferred the desert gear option because he knew that Elika would be checking out the open chested garment, but he also knew that she would be dissatisfied at seeing him not dressed nicely. He splashed his face with water from his wash basin, and he walked into town.
Elika stood at the front of her closet, and she found the perfect thing to wear. She found it in a small booth in the middle of the bazaar. It stood out to her, like a blue sapphire in a bowl of diamonds. The merchant reluctantly parted with it for half a silver piece and a flash of cleavage. It was a form of a tribal balouchi dress. It was a soft yellow, with golden trim. She put it on, and realized it was a tad too short in length. O
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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