Pick-up lines

Karin sat in Caffe Nero and waited for her soup.

When it came she heard a laugh, well, more of a snigger, but not a cruel one.

“Your soup matches your dress!”  The guy sitting at the next table was grinning and looking at her.  She tried to work out whether he was being an idiot or just inappropriately friendly for this part of south London.  She saw a heavy, large-print Bible, it’s pages covered in annotations and faded highlighter, lying open in his lap.  She smiled, but decided against further engagement.

She stirred her soup and looked at it intently.  So did he.

He sniggered again, “I saw a movie yesterday where something just like this happened.”

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