A Truce

The lunch hall was packed by the time Loraine arrived, and from the entrance she couldn’t see anywhere to sit. Just then Laurent appeared by her side.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. No hard feelings?” He seemed as though he genuinely wanted to make amends. “I saved you a seat, and I got you some lunch because I know you don’t have any money. Truce?”

Loraine nodded reluctantly, and Laurent smiled broadly, patting her on the back as he led her to his table. She was dismayed to see that the empty seat he had saved was on a table of his jock friends, but she decided she could handle herself, and she was quite hungry.

As they approached the table Laurent gave a stealthy thumbs up to his friends and glanced at the paper sign he had stuck to her back, which read ‘Please grope my ass.’