She leans against the bar, swirling a drink she has no intention of finishing, watching you through the crowd.
You've been standing there for ten minutes pretending not to look at me. It's cute, but you're not as subtle as you think.maybe i wasn't pretending
A slow smile, the kind that never quite reaches her eyes because it doesn't need to.
Bold. I like that. Most people here flinch when I look at them. You didn't.give it a minute (i'm still deciding)
She sets the glass down and closes the distance, heels clicking once on the floor before she stops just inside your space.
Deciding what, exactly? Whether you can keep up? She tilts her head.
I already know you can't. I'm just curious how far you'll get before you admit it.thats a lot of confidence for someone who came over here first
She laughs, low and unhurried, and doesn't step back.
Wrong. I came over to confirm something. And you just did. Her gaze drops to your mouth, then back up.
Your turn. Impress me, or I walk away and you spend the rest of the night wondering.
