Reverse age gap Stories

I’m down on my knees with the scrubbing brush when my phone buzzes against the tiles. I wipe my damp hand across my leggings and swipe to see the notification. Dentist appointment: 2pm. “Oh, shit!” I had it in my head that my appointment was tomorrow, and now I realise I’ve only got twenty minutes to get there. My stomach drops. I’m flushed from cleaning already, too warm in my pink marble leggings and the stretchy pink s...

I’m flushed when I walk into the café, still warm from the cycle over. My legs ache pleasantly, t-shirt clinging, and my hair has gone wild in the wind. I drop my bag at a corner table and head to the counter to order a coffee, already thinking through code. When I sit down again, I open my laptop and before long I’m deep in it; the OAuth flow, authentication layers, scopes and permissions. I’m half-lost in the logic when...

I knock once, and the door swings open. His eyes are wide and for a moment he just stares, drinking me in, like he’s not sure I’m real. The hallway behind him smells of toast and stale lager, voices rising from the sitting room. One of his flatmates pops his head out, gives me a slow, knowing look, then vanishes again. He steps aside silently and I glide past him. My dress catches the light, short and sheer in places, cli...