Hello there! Welcome to my first ever Six Sentence Sunday post! Hope you enjoy.
This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my work in progress, an untitled rodeo-based novella.
Checking his watch again, he calculated that he had to stay here at least another half an hour before he could slip out without bringing down the wrath of the rodeo publicity guy. He could do that - as long as everyone left him the hell alone.
Five seconds later, a woman threw herself into his booth, landing on the bench seat across the table from him. Her brown hair was short and disheveled, her breath coming in short gasps. She reached across the table and grabbed his hand, clinging for all she was worth.
"I'll pay you a thousand dollars to be my boyfriend."