Intoxicated
As she entered the new bar, she saw Big sitting talking at the bar to one of the tenders. As always, he looked so sure of himself. He sat swirling his martini and popped the olive in his mouth. He looked refined but yet sexy. She bit her lip. Maybe she would need more than two martinis. She composed herself and strutted over to him. He smiled and winked when he saw her. They embraced each other delicately. “Missed you,” he whispered gently in her ear and kissed her cheek. She smiled. There was a lapse in conversation. She had so much to say to him but yet didn’t know where to start.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment