That’s good….
He tugs his tie open, undoes the top button of his shirt, then perching a hip onto a stool, turns to survey the room.
At the other end of the bar is a woman. Pale silk and paler skin are crowned by auburn hair which highlights gold under the chandeliers. Wide-set eyes, green as the sea, green as leaves, bore into him. She is exquisite….
She smiles at him….
*****
He knots his tie, looking in the mirror. “Is that straight?”
“Um, not quite.” She starts to rise, but suddenly shy, she wraps a sheet around herself, tucking the corner in at the top to hold it.
He looks down as she unravels the knot. “You’ve done that before?”
“Brothers,” she smiles.
“You're quite sweet you know. That's not what I expected.”
She chews her lower lip, retying the knot.
“How long have you bee
