She was a young stenographer working at the courthouse. Her hair was black and she kept it long. She had pale green eyes and a slightly pointed chin. She would occasionally help out at the homeless shelter, as a volunteer. She and friends would often spend an evening at the Pink Parrot club.
This short story is not about her.
He was a junior draftsman in a major home construction company. He had fair hair, blue eyes and a square jaw. Although not tall, he worked out regularly at a gymnasium. He enjoyed building model aircraft from kits. Now and then he would join his friends and call in at the Pink Parrot club.
This short story is not about him.
The night following an evening at the club she found herself with free time between court cases. She tried to remember exactly what the good looking guy that built model planes had said about her hair. Had it been a compliment? Yes, she was now quite sure that it was!
This being the case, this short story is about them…