Flirty Stories

Monday morning. 7:30. I left the house and felt my brain was scrambled. I was driving towards Whitehall via Shantalla Avenue and I saw the lights on in the Coffee Drop. If one could say they had a usual coffee shop then, I suppose, this one would be mine. The girls behind the counter were great fun and they knew their way around a coffee machine, unlike the new noisy neighbours a few doors down. There were two girls worki...

As I sit in the booth at the table, I watch you standing over at the bar flirting your way to getting someone to yet again, buy you a drink. This time it is a young couple in their mid-twenties to your left that you’ve been chatting with for the last thirty minutes. You place your left hand on the lady’s shoulder in a subtle flirty manner that makes me smile. Your flirting doesn’t bother me at all because I know that it i...