It seems a while since I’ve entered a story for ‘Friday Fictioneers‘. Here is my 100 word contribution.
I saw her as soon as she came in. The single red rose in her hand, prominently displayed for all to see. Mine was still in my pocket. Nowadays I liked to keep my options open, I’d been let down too many times with these agency dates. She looked nervous, sat on her own at a table in the far corner. Sitting at the bar I watched her fidget with the flower, then check her watch. She looked in my direction and smiled. I finished my drink and dropped my rose in the bin by the door, as I left.