Claire sat perched on the bar-stool waiting for Clint to come in. Her back was straight, her ankles wrapped around each other to make her legs appear shapelier. Her dress was classy but sexy, no cleavage but the polyester knit clung to her Pilates toned body.
Her red lipstick glistened and she took care not to smudge it as she sipped from her straw.
Her nails were trimmed to a medium length, the tips painted white.
This was not some casual meeting, she had planned this for months. Claire knew everything about Clint, his ex was her best friend.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is Perched.