"Nice to meet you, Marica." He looked at the spinning drum behind her. "You’ve got about... twenty minutes left?"
The bell above the door jingled.
"Storm's coming," Marica replied, stopping a few feet away. She leaned against the washer, the vibration of the spin cycle traveling up her spine. "Everyone’s rushing to get done before it hits." rkprime 19 10 22 marica chanelle lusty laundry day
Marica held his gaze. The air between them was electric, charged with a sudden, reckless impulse. It was a laundry day, after all. Things were about to get dirty before they got clean. "Nice to meet you, Marica
Marica turned back to her dryer. She checked the time on her phone. 19:10. The digital readout on her machine told her she had twenty-two minutes left. Just twenty-two minutes of spinning warmth before she had to brave the cold October rain outside. "Storm's coming," Marica replied, stopping a few feet away
She felt a prickle on the back of her neck. She glanced up again. The guy was at the change machine, feeding in a crumpled bill. He was looking at her reflection in the dark glass of the window.
"Marica."