Seven Fridays
Second Friday
Oh? Here again? The next week, Jean spotted the young woman again. She sat at the same bench, reading the same book but only a small smile was upon her face. A red scarf was around her neck and it rested upon her shoulders. Jean thought it was a little too warm to wear a scarf and also found it a little weird but she seemed pretty comfortable reading and sitting on that bench. Her legs were crossed once again and this time she was wearing these black skinny jeans, her white lacy top was covered by a blue jean jacket and low black heels were upon her feet. She turns the page of her book with her slender fingers, a small laugh emitted from her and a playful smile grew on her lips. That smile made Jean stop in his tracks, his briefcase slipping from his hands because of his moist palms. The sound of the briefcase hitting the floor interrupted her reading. Her eyes left the book and traveled to the briefcase on the ground and then to a blushing Jean. Jean froze for a moment and looked at her before picking up his briefcase from the ground and storming away from her. He covered his redden face with his hand and quickly walk down the pathway. Shit.