Chapter 59

• Bouncing back and forth on your cherry red heels, you motion for the bartender to grab you a drink. Vodka tonic is your poison of choice tonight. Across the room stands a tall, lanky gentlemen - muscular - but not imposingly so. Soft brown curls fall delicately around his eyes. Hazel, you thought, but among the neon lights of the nearby dance floor it was impossible to pinpoint.
• You smile and turn back to grab your drink, sipping slowly, the liquor subtly loosening your inhibitions. When he starts to stride over, you turn away, coyly hiding your face behind your glass.
• Though the music is loud and other voices affront your ears, you can hear the padding of his footsteps as he comes to stand beside you. “Can I buy you another?” he asks, his voice is silky. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s him, but you feel your body stirring.