Today's OneWord: Sparkling

Sparkling apple cider was set in front of me at the counter, and I caught Cecilia's reflection in the flute glass. She was standing in the corner, talking to Marshall. Her eyes kept wandering.

I took a long sip and shuddered in the sweetness. If I stayed long enough, maybe she would notice me.

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