Unwelcome Attention

100-word story

Two dozen blood-red roses in his fist, the bicycle courier stood in a shaft of late afternoon sunlight and scanned the bar.

Alexa wondered what color his eyes were behind his visor.

“Look at him posing.” Thorne’s voice dripped scorn. 

“An artist,” Alexa murmured, admiring denim-clad thighs. “Or a model.” 

“A model?”

“How he carries himself—” Shit, he was wal…