Another InMon story, based on the prompts from Steph. I’m not sure this quite ended up where I expected it to, but then that’s the fun of writing!
It’s All Relative
“Time is a relative,” Dr Maunston droned.
“Like your great uncle,” Tommy whispered, leaning so close she could feel his breath on her neck like fingertips.
“Father, surely,” she smiled back.
A blank look crossed his face before she turned away, so fast she almost avoided seeing it. That was the problem with Tommy: hot as coffee, sharp as blancmange. She sighed and tried to concentrate on the lecture. Her friend Sally said you didn’t need a boy to be quick-witted when being close to him made you feel that way, but she wasn’t so sure.
“… then we are in a sense looking into the face of the future…” continued the Professor.
Her phone buzzed with a text message. If time is a relative and the future has a face, do you have to give it a peck on the cheek?
She turned and looked over her shoulder. Her best friend, Jason, was sitting a few rows behind. He didn’t have Tommy’s looks, or his spine-tingling breath, but Jason’s brain was like a switchblade by comparison. He was always right there on her wavelength. Jason caught her eye and winked.
Coffee after? She texted back.
elmowrites 
Cute! Nice use of prompts. And best friends are the best ones to end up marrying! Otherwise, what have you got when the spark fades, eh?
Absolutely, Steph. Let’s hope our girl here makes the right call eventually.
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