Late Night Sweets
Please accept my submission for Friday Fictioneers.
Read about Leekah and the Christmas elves.
When the widow opened, the AC nearly blew her off. “May I serve you?”
“Night off. Never told me about fairy traffic.”
She fluffed her hair. He was cute. “Really.”
“I thought he was crazy. Ready to order little lady?”
That joke again. “I wanted a French Fry, but I’m watching my weight.”
“You look great.”
She pirouetted slowly. “Green makes me look fat.”
“Nah, You’re hot.”
“How sweet.” Was he up-selling her? Maybe not. “A Fry then, only small.”