Just a Quickie
A quick blast to hopefully get your blood going.
Michael was sitting in his favorite booth, in his favorite pub, doing what he enjoyed most: people watching. He had his phone in his hand and a drink on the table in front of him. His fingers played over the screen as if he was deep in texting or working, but in reality, it was just a screen to help block others from knowing that he was watching their dance through the space. That, and sometimes playing his game, which he...