In the thick
of it all: the tumult of the crowd, the clinking of the glasses, the livid
shadows caused by blinding lights, the loud, pulsating noise, the tear-inducing
miasma of cigarette smoke: she was there.
Garbed in her favorite tiny red dress, she surveyed the room. Her eyes now fixed on a guy sitting at the bar.
For a moment, he seemed to smile – just a hint on the lips, really. Then she was beside the guy, speaking in a definite tone despite the deafening noise.
“Jay’s out of town.” She was referring to her boyfriend. “Ah okay.” The guy replied, showing a just a little interest to what she just said. But his eyes were saying otherwise.
She leaned over to mouth something to the guy directly in his ear, his breath tickling her breastbone.
Garbed in her favorite tiny red dress, she surveyed the room. Her eyes now fixed on a guy sitting at the bar.
For a moment, he seemed to smile – just a hint on the lips, really. Then she was beside the guy, speaking in a definite tone despite the deafening noise.
“Jay’s out of town.” She was referring to her boyfriend. “Ah okay.” The guy replied, showing a just a little interest to what she just said. But his eyes were saying otherwise.
She leaned over to mouth something to the guy directly in his ear, his breath tickling her breastbone.
At this point and almost carelessly, the guy slipped his hand to caress the
girl’s elbow. She drew herself closer as she put her lips nearer his earlobe.
“Haven’t you broken up with her yet?” she asked, without batting an eyelash. He jerked a bit because of the question, looking a bit alarmed. “No, not yet.” He answered tentatively. “But I’m trying.”
Furtively studying the girl’s apparent disappointment, he elaborated. But really, it didn’t matter to the girl what the guy was saying. Though she wanted to probe further, but she didn’t. She knew it was best not to talk about the guy’s girlfriend. Or their respective partners, for that matter.
“Haven’t you broken up with her yet?” she asked, without batting an eyelash. He jerked a bit because of the question, looking a bit alarmed. “No, not yet.” He answered tentatively. “But I’m trying.”
Furtively studying the girl’s apparent disappointment, he elaborated. But really, it didn’t matter to the girl what the guy was saying. Though she wanted to probe further, but she didn’t. She knew it was best not to talk about the guy’s girlfriend. Or their respective partners, for that matter.
Everything
was present: the unbroken eye contact, the touch of the arm, the girl’s
occasional twirling of her hair, the gentle seductive laugh, the guy’s constant
raising of the eyebrows, the listener’s nods every now and then, and the
focused interest in what the other was saying.
As he spoke, she kept on dipping her head nearer. He could smell the hint of shampoo on her hair despite the overpowering cigarette fumes and the fragrance of cologne floating through the room.
For a moment there, he lost control and reached out to touch her hair. It had been months that they haven’t touched; he was getting so excited. But he stopped himself as he observed the crowd.
He licked his lips and put on his signature winsome smile. As if she knew what he meant by the gesture, she reciprocated and smiled back. “So you wanna get out of here?”
“Sure” he blurted out almost instantly. Shocked by his own reply, he wanted to retract it. But too late. The girl has already stood up, gathered her lighter and the cigarette box. She was motioning for the door.
The guy was a bit hesitant; he knew this wasn’t part of the plan.
“Oh well” he said to himself, “I’ll be ending this affair … some other time.” An exciting night, this is going to be, he thought.
As he spoke, she kept on dipping her head nearer. He could smell the hint of shampoo on her hair despite the overpowering cigarette fumes and the fragrance of cologne floating through the room.
For a moment there, he lost control and reached out to touch her hair. It had been months that they haven’t touched; he was getting so excited. But he stopped himself as he observed the crowd.
He licked his lips and put on his signature winsome smile. As if she knew what he meant by the gesture, she reciprocated and smiled back. “So you wanna get out of here?”
“Sure” he blurted out almost instantly. Shocked by his own reply, he wanted to retract it. But too late. The girl has already stood up, gathered her lighter and the cigarette box. She was motioning for the door.
The guy was a bit hesitant; he knew this wasn’t part of the plan.
“Oh well” he said to himself, “I’ll be ending this affair … some other time.” An exciting night, this is going to be, he thought.
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