Guided by some ethereal force I turn and walk towards her all the while she is staring at me oozing sex and confidence, she has some sort of power over me and she knows it.
She casually drops her cigarette to the ground but doesn't bother to stomp it out, that is some one else's job. Extending her hand to me, she greets me, "Allo, my name is Claire. You are American, no?
Not sure what my next step is I nervously kiss her hand which makes her giggle a little. "Um, ah yeah, I'm American. My name is Jack."
"Well, Jacque it is so nice to meet you. I was feeling a little lonely." She then turns her head to the side and looks back at me with perfected coyness and asks, "would you care for some company?"
Ah, now I get it....
She casually drops her cigarette to the ground but doesn't bother to stomp it out, that is some one else's job. Extending her hand to me, she greets me, "Allo, my name is Claire. You are American, no?
Not sure what my next step is I nervously kiss her hand which makes her giggle a little. "Um, ah yeah, I'm American. My name is Jack."
"Well, Jacque it is so nice to meet you. I was feeling a little lonely." She then turns her head to the side and looks back at me with perfected coyness and asks, "would you care for some company?"
Ah, now I get it....
clover:
thing is usually we get along, I just think the poor dear is out of touch with reality