Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Picked Up

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’…

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