Days later.
Franco asked Susan out to one of the fanciest bars in the city, on 5th Avenue. His assistant had snagged a private table for them.
The place was swanky, with wooden tables and cushy armchairs, all matched up with fine fabrics. Each table had a lamp in the center, giving the lounge a classy vibe.
There was a shiny grand piano near the tables, and on Fridays, they usually had live music concerts.
As they strolled in, several guys couldn't help but check Susan out. She rocked an elegant black dress with a single sleeve, the skirt hitting just above the knee, perfectly highlighting her killer figure. She threw a synthetic fur coat over her shoulders, not your typical high-society look, but she was all about avoiding animal cruelty and never sported anything made of mink or alli
