A cigarette rest between his lips. That's all it took for her to notice him. The lit cigarette sends smoke gliding through the air covering just enough of his face to raise her eyebrow, mystery was always her guilty pleasure. She checks her reflection in the glass of the jukebox then makes her first attempt at seduction.
Nonchalance has gotten her everywhere in life so she saunters up to the opposite end of the bar, orders a shot of jameson with a pbr back. She realizes this may make her look as if she was a girl from brooklyn, but why start this love affair off with lies, she is a girl from brooklyn. their eyes meet.
Just as she thought he was a charmer, a hard catch, but she's dealt with this type before. The guy who has underdeveloped confidence, just enough to keep you guessing but not enough to come to you. At the moment of eye contact the whistle blew and the game was on.
... to be continued ... too tired to finish tonight.
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