The prompt was: You’re hanging out with a friend and you notice they are wearing body armor under their clothes. So 15 minutes later….
Body Armor
“I mean, what was I supposed to say?” Harry grinned. “She was gorgeous.”
“You’re blowin’ smoke.” I shook my head.
“Nah really!” Harry held up his hand. “I swear!”
I glanced up and notice his shirt was sticking out funny from his collar.
As harry lowered his hand he pulled his shirt down. I thought I saw something black under his shirt. I tried to be cool and not stare. But then Harry stuck a finger in his collar and pulled it out to adjust it. I definitely saw something this time.
I looked down at my coffee. What had I just seen? I glanced up again. Harry was shaking his head and stirring his pancakes with his fork.
“I mean who’s gonna turn down spending 5 minutes alone with Natalia Trechnekov?”
“Why would Natalia Trechnekov talk to you?” I tried to get a look at his collar. He was wearing something black and solid under his shirt. I leaned forward trying to get a better look. It looked like…was he wearing body armor?
Harry looked up with a hurt look on his face. “How can you ask that?’
“Dude she’s the daughter of the Russian mob boss! You’re a fry cook!”
“Hey, I’m a damn good fry cook.” Harry pointed at me with his fork then shrugged. “Maybe she likes cooks! “
“Yeah ‘cause you smell like fries. “ I laughed.
“Whatever man,” Harry shook his head and looked around the diner. It was a pretty busy breakfast rush. Suddenly Harry straightened looking toward the door. He spun away around and slouched with his hand over his face.
“What are you doing?’ I looked around and spotted two guys standing near the door. They were wearing long black coats and sunglasses.
“Dude! Don’t look at them!”
“Who?” I looked at Harry he was trying very hard to disappear under the table. Suddenly it clicked. Natalia and a fry cook? Body armor? Black trench coats?
“What they hell did you do, Harry?”
