One is The Loneliest Number

Microfiction

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Savannah drags a french fry through Green Goddess salad dressing. She scrunches up her face and stares at Micah.

“What do you mean?”

“Look,” Micah’s voice trails off, “We like each other. We have fun. I’m just not that attracted to you. Don’t you feel the same way about me?”