Come hither

She walks in to the bar, and instantly my eye is drawn to her. The red overcoat certainly grabs attention, as many heads in the room flick momentarily towards the door. I let my gaze linger, drinking in her figure and her grace.

Ordering, she looks around the room while waiting for her drink, casually searching the room. Our eyes lock across the room, and I smile.

She smiles back, dips her eyes for a moment, but then looks back up, eyes connected once again. Damn, that’s a yes if there ever was one. I let my eyes wander up and down a little.

Redoubling my smile, I lift my drink in salute. The barman delivers hers just in time, and she raises hers too, still smiling. I gesture, fingers asking her to come hither, seeking to take this game of the eyes to the next step, the logical conclusion.

She laughs, silent at this distance, washed out by the music and the conversations closer to me. Shaking her head, she lifts her hand, wiggles the fingers and points, to the third on the left, where the shine of a ring is visible across the distance. She turns away, closing off the game. Tease.

I sigh, turning my attention back to my friends’ conversations. Such is life.

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