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Dentist - Krinx

Minx hates the dentist. Every aspect of dentistry disgusts her- and if Felix knew he would laugh and call her cliché; which is precisely the reason he doesn't.
Minx grits her teeth, sitting in the ugly blue waiting chairs. She hears a baby screaming a little ways away, and remembers to unclench her teeth, or the dentist will poke holes in her gums and tell her to floss. She shudders a little.
"Not a dentist person either, I see." Someone says, in one of the waiting chairs across from her. Before looking up, she vaguely registers that the reporter on the TV is reporting a minor forest fire in Oregon. It's the last thing she fully registers in that entire day.
"Yeah, something about a stranger shoving knifes in my-" Minx cuts herself off when she sees her, and it wasn't like the glance she had spared her earlier when she first sat down. She really sees her this time, her brown and red eye, her perfect completion, her thin and long ponytail, the way she's trying to convey something through her words- oh yes. She was talking. Great.
"I- I'm sorry?" Minx asks, clearing her throat and pretending like she hadn't just gone jaw-dropped starstruck for this stranger.
"I, um, nothing." The other girl stammered, biting her lip- 'holy fuck, her lips are like a cupids bow' Minx thinks to herself- and looks down sheepishly.
A man steps out from around the corner. "Ms. Davila?" He calls out, looking expectantly at Minx. Minx has a moment of self doubt in her drunk confusion, thinking 'maybe I am Ms. Davila.' before the red-eyed girl got up to follow the dentist.
Minx sits for a second, letting out a huff. Holy crap. That was... Something else. Not something she could shake off as easily as all the waitresses and that one personal trainer she had- Minx forced herself to calm down. Maybe should should read whatever article the strange girl was reading, just to see if it was any good. Minx looked from side to side before getting up, as if reading this girl's paper was as indecent as a triple X magazine in public.
"Crosswords?" She whined, not realising she had outloud. It wasn't even fair. This mystery lady had to be some NY time's crossword solver? As well as extremely fucking hot?
Minx's eyes focused on some scattered writing in the column.
'Occam's razor'
'Talbot'
'Helvetica'
'Just talk to her'
'ohmygodhereyessss'
'saysomethingyouwhimp'
'she looks nervous'
'maybe she's scared of the doctor'
'she's biting her lip. do something'
Minx held her breath for a second, before a knowing smile spread across her face and she clicked the blue ballpoint pen.
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Krism returned from her damned appointment, hoping- expecting-to find the pretty purple-highlighted girl in the waiting room. The dentist, some guy who called himself Cry, had managed to give her confidence to go and talk to her. When she found no one there, her heart sank. The poor girl was probably creeped out by Krism's questions and staring, which sucked, because Krism was sure she'd be interested.
She tried to play it off like it was no big deal. Like the attraction was the same kind she had to every other meaningless one night stand she'd every participated in. She trudged to her seat, snatching the crossword off it, hoping it could distract her for a second. Her eyes skipped to a purple scrawl at the bottom of the page:
'Or, we could could, you know. Talk over coffee. 857-272-8932'

This is letsgoleft's one shot. She's having problems verifying her email, so I'm posting it for her.