She said her name was Katie and that she was a nanny. Her hip bones showed from underneath her turquoise dress. She had opinions about everything. Sometimes I’d realize they weren’t completely related to the conversation; she just made them sound like they were.
We shared Indonesian desserts, and I told her about my neighbor who makes ketamine cookies. “My kind of guy,” she said.
She left with my wallet. Used my credit card nine times. She sent me an email the next morning—said she’d found the address on my business card—and asked me to meet her for coffee.
Katie is a really intriguing character. This makes me want to read more about her!
Yeah, I really enjoyed your description of Katie. And I also approve of how you didn’t simply leave it at… “she left with my wallet” Nicely written.
Glad you left this one open-ended. How about a sequel? I’m sure you could come up with a series of interesting stories about Katie. (Hint, hint.)
Was she met for coffee?
Great piece, great tone, great eye for detail.