As it often did, the whoosh of the burner sent Linda’s mind back. He wasn’t her type, but she had promised her roommate she’d be the fourth for one double date. Standing in her shared college kitchen, he had said “do you mind” as he had casually leaned over the stove and lit a cigarette on the pilot light. Linda had always hated smoking but something about that casual lean gave her a thrill. Now forty years later, the thrill was still there. Thankfully the cigarettes were not.
Thanks for the inspiration to tell a highly fictionalized version of our first date.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
I am glad to hear that the thrill and memory was still there after forty years.
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Me too 💚 Thanks for reading.
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I’m glad he continues to charm her (and glad he ditched the cancer sticks).
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❤ me too! thanks for reading.
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Very sharp! 💖
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thanks 🙂
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