Today’s prompt: busboy, flowerbed, Maryland
A typical Maryland afternoon, humidity pressing down causing my linen bustier to uncomfortably melt into my skin. Lunch on the restaurant veranda she insisted and mother always got her way. The day was warmer than expected and high noon lunch was a ninety degree delight. The patio was buffeted by a flowerbed, where even the petals of my favorite rose drooped in the heat.
My only consolation was the constant wariness of the busboy, who smiled as he took his time cleaning the surrounding tables. However, his beauty and charm made the bustier grow tighter and warmer.