OneWord is all about brevity. And creativity. One word, it’s idiot, and 60 seconds to write.
“You’re an idiot.”
She says it not as an insult, but as a tease.
He’s been sitting at the same table for a week now, reading Proust and idly stirring his tea with a plastic spoon.
She’s watched him every single day, from a spot on one of the overstuffed chairs, picking her way through the glossy magazine pages of Elle a wee bit jittery from the venti red-eye she orders, with an extra shot.
She’s in love with his face, the slight scar at the corner of his lip. It’s a love borne out of watching.
And when she finally speaks to him, she can’t hold back.