She had a shotgun way of eating saltines. Her whole hand dipped into the wrapper, and she drew out two crackers, one held between her index and middle fingers and the other pinched between her ring finger, pinky, and thumb. She’d pop one cracker into her mouth and let the other hang loosely from her lips. When she was done chewing the first, she’d pop the other in with a quick flick of her tongue and pick out two more crackers. It was frighteningly efficient.
Her work-issued nametag said Roxanne. It was an odd name for someone in this day and age, Colby thought. It sounded like velvet corsets and square necklines and ruby pendants.
He looked back up to her face to find her staring right at him. Blushing, he looked back down at his sandwich.
Then she threw a saltine at him. The was three full tables away and she bounced it right off his head. When he looked up in disbelief, there was a saltine hanging off her lip, and she waggled another between her index and middle like a ninja star.
Annoyed, Colby took an aggressive bite of his sandwich and made a big show of chewing it.
She counted by popping three saltines in her mouth at once and throwing up a metalhead evil eye. He unscrewed the cap on his mountain dew and chugged the whole thing at once. She stuck out her tongue, placed a saltine on it, and nearly swallowed it whole. He jammed half his sandwich in his mouth–
–and started choking.
The next thing he knew, a hand was pounding his back until he managed to send the sandwich down the right tube. He looked up.
“You okay there, champ?” Roxanne asked with a wry grin. Flushing an incandescent shade of red, he nodded.
Roxanne kissed him. Right in the middle of the break room, full on the mouth. Then she tossed the empty saltine wrapper in the garbage and strolled out.
He licked his lips. They tasted like salt.