What did it matter what he thought of her? She knew he couldn't ever really see into her.
"You want the veal," he said.
And he was right; as much as she didn't like it, he was right.
"You're wrong," she told him. She looked at the waiter. "I'll have the mixed greens with the balsamic on the side."
It was a kind of a sneer, a way to get back at him.
Simon carved out a bite-sized piece of meat and held it on his fork, reaching across the white linen tablecloth.
She opened her mouth, mesmerized by him, ashamed of herself. And then she saw the pink, the threads of fat and she stopped his approaching hand with her wineglass.
"Have you tried the Pinot?" she asked, changing the subject as if on purpose.

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Galen over 13 years ago

It's so difficult to reconcile the conscience to the appetites. Great first story, and welcome to Six Minute Story!

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Prompt (write a story including these elements)

hero An intuitive, perceptive girl with an eye for detail
villain Someone who knows something about her that she doesn't
goal Find out what he knows, and make sense of it
Prompt suggested by Gone Awry

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