The following is from something new. I don't know yet where it's going but I'm gonna let it flow because I'm liking the hero and heroine!
"I gave you a fucking ten, dickwad!"
The man in front of me at the convenience store, located next to the building where I worked, was way pissed off and made no bones about letting the clerk know.
"You only gave me change for a five. Cough it up, motherfucker!"
His deep voice was loud and firm and sounded kind of hoarse. An interesting combination which dragged my eyes from their unfocused meanderings around the shelves until they zeroed in on his tall form. My gaze caught on the colorful tats exposed from the pushed up cuffs of his dark blue hoodie before they were drawn up to his messy, dark brown hair, his broad shoulders. I let my eyes wander lazily down to his slim waist, catching on his low-slung jeans which softly gripped his full but tight ass.
Oh yeah, we've all been there. The hot guy in line in front of us. But how many of us get to be stuck with him for an hour or so. And what could happen if we were left alone with him? And, what would we actually be willing to do with him if he showed even a smidgeon of interest in us ?
Oh hell, yeah. This could be interesting...don't you think?