Flash Fiction: Hot Sauce

He watched the waitress leave. “She was inconsiderate.”

Ju swallowed her Rangoon. “It’s still a romantic evening.”

His face became half draconic for a moment. “You wanna have some fun when they come back?”

She flashed a mischievous smile and her Feilong features. “Isn’t messing with humans kind of a third date thing?”

 

 

 

 

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