Sam watched Allie walk into the convenience store. A runner, she moved with athletic ease, yet every step she took reminded him of sex. He’d just turned thirty-three and had never been happier.
Allie looked out at Sam pumping gas. God, she loved everything about him. When she started to plan his birthday party, nothing else made sense except for a trip down old Route Sixty-six.
Luke also watched Allie walk away from their sparkling Audi. He’d overheard them at the motel discussing their route. He drove off to set up his ambush, singing tonelessly along with “Ninety-nine Luftballoons”.
(The word limits are so, well, limiting, but the Trifectra writing prompts are kinda fun–this is another one for their 33-words-each-by-3-different-characters prompt)