“Do you think they’ll let us go around again? Just look at the view!” Tom moved from side to side taking in the sparkling city lights.
Jane’s nails dug into the seat. She clamped her knees together, maybe that would keep her legs from shaking off.
“Tom, please just sit still. You’re making the car swing.”
His date was stiff as a board. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
“God, I wonder if this car can shake as much as you are?” He laughed when she shrieked. “I’m just kidding. Hey, maybe we can do this again on the second date.”
Word Count: 100
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Um…Tom? You’re a schmuck!
Fun one, Kelley.
Ha! Yes he is. Thank you!
May be there will be no second date!
I don’t think there will be! Thanks for reading
You won’t be getting a second date with her, you dope. Not after threatening to take up again!
Ha, nope. Not a chance. Thanks for reading.
Second date? Dream on, buddy 🙂
Right. Thanks for reading.