His flight arrived early, and, despite his nerves, he was starving. Thinking ahead, he knew he needed something . . . and the Mexican joint seemed that it would have to do. A margarita for his nerves, chips & guacamole for his stomach, and with any luck, a view of the game to make his watch keep from being stuck still.
As his finished his first drink and was dipping a chip, he felt a breeze against his neck. "I crave your guacamole," she whispered in his ear as she nibbled his earlobe. He snapped his head around and saw her, picked her up as if she were a rag doll, and kissed her, passionately. Her flight, apparently, arrived early, as well.
It was minutes that passed before the bartender applauded.
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