Sunday came by like a blur. Before he knew it, he was seated across a beautiful lady in a cafe somewhat close to his apartment.
“So tell me, Miss Cassie, what property do you have your eye on?” He asked cutting straight to the chase. She bit her bottom lip, painted in scarlet red. He wondered what it was with women and red lipsticks. She smelled of citrus and cinnamon. As he subtly took a sniff of her rich smell, he realized he was intoxicated. Her face was beaten up in heavy makeup, but she still looks effortlessly flawless in it.
He wondered if she was a model as he recalled her slender body and the way she had cat-walked to him when they met earlier.
“The one on 5th avenue”, she answered.
He feigned interest as if hearing about that for the first time.
“My brokerage manager said yo
