It’s been a while since I participated in the Weekend Writing Warrior, a weekly blog event during which writers share 8 sentences of one of their projects. You should check out the others right here: http://www.wewriwa.com/.
This week, I’ve chosen an excerpt from a short, part of an upcoming series for this blog. The Quirks series will feature off-the-wall characters and may or may not stick to the romance genre –we shall see. Today’s eight sentences are the opening of That Guy.
Comments and critiques are welcomed! Enjoy!
That Guy walked in Jamie’s Coffee for the third time this week. He had gotten a turkey sandwich on Monday and ham on Wednesday, each time with a bowl of our soup of the day and a large cappuccino. Brown tousled hair and blue eyes, That Guy strutted in with a laptop bag slung over a shoulder and a casual-with-a-hint-of-bad-boy vibe in his green shirt, jeans and leather jacket. It was rather chilly outside so a leather jacket was a perfectly reasonable choice of clothing today.
That was all I knew about That Guy and I was okay with that. While he was still That Guy, he wasn’t The Ex and he could be anyone from a yet-to-be famous TV star to an understated millionaire to just another student.
“Next,” I said –like I always did– making sure That Guy wouldn’t think I found him special or anything. That would lead to him ignoring me or worse, wanting to have a conversation during which I would humiliate myself.