Writing Prompt #7: Sparks
Morgan was off dancing with Savannah on the other side of the dance floor. Garcia was at the bar chatting with two gorgeous men; she kept eyeing you whenever they weren’t paying attention to her and motioning for you to get closer so that you could get your chance at that eye-candy of a wingman. He was good-looking, sure: bright blue eyes, dark hair, but too… muscly. She was beckoning you because he was pretty much what you would describe as your “type”. If only she knew that was just a big fat lie.