100 Word Story: Lunch Date Gone Bad

“I heard you have a boarder.” Sanguine (that was her name) ran her middle finger around the edge of the coffee cup. “I could have been your boarder, had you asked.”

“Oh, it was just serendipity. A friend turned up out of nowhere, needing a place.” Ben eyed the door, folded his napkin into thirds and laid it on his plate. “Don’t you have to get back?”

Sanguine took her purse from the back of her chair and dumped all its contents on the table. “Here. Take anything you want of mine. Money? Mints?” Her outstretched hand held three quarters.

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