He picked her up outside the office. “I didn’t expect to hear from you today,” he said, opening the car door for her.
She laughed. “Blame it on Annie! She was describing the picnic hamper she packed for an open-air concert, full of Italian delicacies like melon balls wrapped in prosciutto and crusty bread drizzled with olive-oil and basil. I give high ratings to all things Italian. In fact, Annie’s mouth-watering description made me ravenous for Italian – and you know how susceptible I am to suggestion…”
Staring at her short skirt, Tony Lorenzo smiled; he only hoped it was so.
Word Count: 99
Author’s Note: This piece of flash fiction was written in response to a writing prompt issued by VelvetVerbosity to write 100 words or less using the word ‘ratings‘ in the story.