One is The Loneliest Number
Microfiction

Savannah drags a french fry through Green Goddess salad dressing. She scrunches up her face and stares at Micah.
“What do you mean?”
“Look,” Micah’s voice trails off, “We like each other. We have fun. I’m just not that attracted to you. Don’t you feel the same way about me?”
Savannah does feel the same way, but it’s so nice to have a date every Friday night. Micah doesn’t make her heart flutter, but he’s safe. He’s handsome enough. He’s interesting.
“Sav, you’re a great girl and I don’t want to waste your time. You deserve better than this. We both do,” Micah says and kisses her cheek before walking away.
Savannah gazes out the window, drags another fry through salad dressing, and contemplates what just happened.
Maybe it is for the best…
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