Elliot
It was one hundred percent ,no doubt about it the same girl from the bar. The one who had been so drunk she had felt me up and called me Carl.
Called me by someone else’s name.
She looked different, her face flushed but clear, just the slightest coat of black mascara around her doll like eyes.
She had freckles.
I had never really been around a woman in my adult life who would willingly show those cute little dots. Most covered them in thick makeup.
Riley O’Brien, Barry said her name was, was like a breath of fresh air.
“Thank you for seeing me Elliot.” She covered the distance easily on her sensible heeled shoes, her arm outstretched and I rose to my feet. My own hand curling about hers.
It was all very stiff and formal.
This was the third time we had touched . The first s
