There’s this girl at the front door of the bar, standing, looking from right to left, and when she saw me came walking to where I was seating. I got scared because I thought she was just a figment of my imagination, so I was about to stand up to get away from her, but she stopped me by holding my shoulder. Hey, are you, Marnie?, the beautiful girl asked smiling at me when I turned around to look at her face. Ye…yess! I am, and you are?
Vicky, Victoria!, I have heard a lot about you and you are indeed fascinating as they say, the girl held my shoulder and then moved her hand to touch my cheek moving up to my lips. Ah yes, thank you. It was nice to meet you too, but I need to get going, I added smiling back but when I felt something is off with her, I decided to leave the bar. Marnie, yo
