pt 1
Handsome man walks into a hotel lounge.
It is a Friday evening.
There is a fluidly shifting crowd of afterwork networkers, pre-party supper goers, business meeting lingerers, middle-aged sex shoppers and "traders."
He makes his way to the bar and orders a drink leaning in to take in the scene.
A certain woman stands out to him. Strikingly different. Miscast in this crowd.
She is not alone. She is seated at a low cocktail table sharing a tablet with a teenage boy.
The boy leaves as his drink order is filled.
He takes a sip and makes his way over to her table sitting next to her.
"What will you have to drink," he asks.
"Tea for now."
He puts in the order.
Without words they start their conversation.
Her tablet is on the table.
He leans in shifting the screen to see what she has been thinking about.
He glides his finger across the screen paging through her day.
Her tea arrives. He pours her cup. She takes it straight.
Lifting the cup and saucer to her lips she subtly blows across the rim.
He hears the whisper of her breath skip across the surface of the tea.
She takes a sip.
As she replaces the set back on the table he observes her firm, yet delicate wrist and grip.
He draws his fingers along the top of her forearm balancing her elbow in his palm as she slides back into her chair.
Her arm brushes along his palm until their hands meet, fingertips lingering for a moment.
He goes back to her tablet.
From his side sight he sees her relax into her seat. She leans an elbow on the arm rest closest to him hugging herself for a moment with the other arm.
As she adjusts, getting more comfortable, her hand moves from around her waist to her ribs.
Her breasts shift in her blouse resting for a spell on her forearm.
She releases her embrace with a tuning stretch and sigh allowing her to superficially caress her breasts.
The silhouette of her nipples draws him away from the tablet.
He leans back in his seat at an angle where he can face her.
Their eyes meet in smile.
