Dimples
Disclaimer Dimples Adam shoved the remaining Döner into his mouth, scarfing it down as if he hadn’t just eaten two hours earlier. He licked the sauce from his fingers, then pulled out his phone and checked his mouth with the camera. His face, brown skinned with a thin beard, within military regulations of course, appeared in the screen. Satisfied with the lack of sauce on his face, he put his phone in his pocket, then tensed as the chill breeze cut through his sweater. Shoulda worn an undershirt , he thought, as he clenched his teeth. He stood in the middle of downtown Kaiserslautern, or K-Town, its more common name, at the end of November. Dressed nice enough, jeans, fashionable sneakers, the bare minimum to let women know he cared about his appearance. A group of women splashed through puddles dotting the stone walkway on their way to some bar. One of them was cute, the other two, not so much. He looked behind him, up at the hookah lounge where his two friends cur...