A Bar Scene

In a small, crowded bar, hazy yellow light swarms haphazardly through intimate conversations and whisperings. A tall woman with dainty ankles saunters over to a man sipping a dry martini, alone.

Hey there, sugar.

Her lulling voice melts like chocolate in his ears and he can’t help lean in for more.

What are you doing over here all by your lonesome?

He smiles, but just at the corners.

Waiting for you.

She slinks in next to him, cozying up against his right side in the leather chaise.

He raises his eyebrows.

No strings?

She smirks. Only if you like puppets.