She smiled back, a little tentatively, and said, “Hi.”
She ordered her usual: bittersweet mocha with skim milk. Iced, no whipped cream. She winced in anticipation of the expectable joke about her complexion. Northtown was very white, except for the multi-ethnic (and occasionally multi-species) enclave around the University.
He smiled, which made her stomach feel odd. “Not too sweet. Much more interesting that way.”
She sternly told herself that it wasn’t flirtation, because she was a stocky dark girl with braids and heavy horn-rims, and she really did look the part of the engineering student she claimed to be.
[Annie’s first meeting with Bertie the Barista.]
E. P. Beaumont 
still sounds like flirting to me
Multi-species? Love how you just tossed that off in the middle of a coffee bar scene!
Oh yeah, its flirting. I’m intrigued by the variety of species you have alluded to.
Can see how the attraction will flare here – great job! 🙂
You’ve done a wonderful job of slipping in her appearance without being heavy-handed. Nice six!
Oh yeah, that is definitely flirting. 😉 Great six, EP! Happy Sunday!
nice imagery and tells us so much about her
Sounds like the beginning of a nice relationship! 🙂
Nice scene!
Thanks to everybody who commented… especially those who noted the flirting. This story was my very first foray into romance, so it’s good to hear that it’s got the vibe.