"Fucking lovely" She said, pulling out her phone to text Tonya.
He didn't show!
...bastard. Fucking men! Tonya replied. Her best friend never was one to leave her hanging on a first-date night.
I'm stuck here all dolled-up and alone...
Well, make the best of it. Anyone else there who you can make that dickhead regret leaving you by yourself?
She sat at the table, fingers tracing the edge of her water glass, scanning the place. It was still fairly early, but there was activity. Her eyes moved about the space, from table to table. Couple after couple. Up to the bar. More couples...
Her heart skipped.
Sitting alone at the end of the bar was a beautiful man, dressed well in a tight blazer, well fitted pants. He was nursing a golden drink, probably a whiskey, a silver watch dangling from his wrist. A strong jawline framed his face leading to bright deep eyes.
Eyes that were looking directly at her.
He waved her over.
A cute guy at the bar just waved me over. Ask me how the night went later. Bye!
She tucked her phone in her clutch and made her way to the bar.
As she approached, he stood, pulling out the chair next to him and starting "Won't you join me for a drink?"
"I'd love to."
The bartender approached and before she could order he responded. "I would guess that the lady would like a French 75."
The bartender looked for approval.
"Why not?" She responded, having no idea what she was in for.
It was going to be a night for firsts.
"What brings you here?" He started.
"Oh, that's not important." She gave back, brushing her hair in a way to let him know she was interested. "I'm glad you invited me over."
The drink appeared before her. She took a sip, tasting the champagne and gin. Licking her lips, she sighed. "Oh, that's good."
He smiled. "I win round one." And gave her a wink.
This was going swimmingly.
"But what do you win?" She smiled back, matching his energy. He was definitely interested.
She was really pissed. She'd never been stood up before. Now she had this super hot guy clearly hitting on her in this bar. The whiplash was palpable. She was already turned on.
His eyes held hers as they worked on their drinks, talking through the normal introductions.
After her glass was drained, she reached out to him. "This has been nice. I'd love another if you have time."
"Coming right up."
"Great. I'll be back in a minute."
She headed to the restroom to freshen up. Once inside she noted that it was a single room, not a shared bathroom you often find in busy restaurants.
Her mind flashed. Her body tingled.
Would she really do it? Would he?
