He looked so casual and calm with his foot up on the stool seat. She hated him for that just as she did for the bicycle pants he wore even when he wasn’t riding his racing bike. She hated that he seemed indifferent to being dumped just an hour ago. Was that a woman? She looked harder, trying to see the person next to him without being seen. They looked like men’s legs but one just can’t be sure these days. The shoes, however, were tragic. She spun around and left, satisfied the shoes would again be his relationship downfall.
100 words written for Friday Fictioneers flash fiction.