Challenge
Create a flash fiction story
Any subject, including one with a twist. No more than 300 words.
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Charisma
Now she was trying to flirt with the bartender, who was definitely just a second ago staring at my lips. And that threw me off. I didn't know if I was more jealous or afraid.
Deep down I knew I was jealous of him for his charm. And also because I couldn't stare back without being afraid.