CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Word Count: 150
Fortune: Some people have it, some people seek it, some claim to predict it, and some say that it favors the brave. Write a ficlette inspired by the word "fortune."
“What’s your name?”
They both said it at once, and she blushed, a distinct, somewhat cute, shade of pink.
There, they’d done it again, said their names both at the same time.
What was up with that?
He smiled a twitching smile that soon faded, and she glared at him, blush fading.
“You’re the bastard who made me work late.” she said coldly.
“Wouldn’t have had to if nightshift did it’s job.” he said with just as much ice lacing his tone.
“Meet me here at six.” she said, flinging a piece of paper at him. It floated down to sit on top of the stack of files and papers he was holding in his arms. Once glance and he saw the name of a small, quaint bar he sometimes frequented. A place where people, often colleagues, went to chat.
But he went anyway.
He was fortunate.