Her eyes were hidden behind designer sunglasses, but her body language was practically screaming her intentions.
I’d seen a few guys approach her through the night, but after buying her a drink and exchanging pleasantries, they all walked away. That set off warning bells, but after enough Manhattans I approached her.
She accepted a drink, and we began to chat. Nothing too serious or deep, but enough to feel the spark.
I expected a price to be dropped, or some sort of hint of something untoward, but we went back to hers just fine.
There I finally saw her ‘eyes’…