The music of the bar played weakly through old speakers. Lanterns hang about the room, more decorative than anything. Girls dressed in bright colours, wearing the old flapper dresses and dancing the Charleston, men were in suits looking sharp. I stood on my own in a flowing black dress that hung from one shoulder. I felt eyes staring at my back from across the room, they had been watching me since I got off work. I turned slightly to see whom it was. The man was slim with a pale complexion and dark onyx eyes; they were deep and blank reminding me of starless nights. I turned back to the bar when he rose from his seat, ignoring him in favour of my drink.
"What's your name?" the deep tone was husky and it sounded like the whisper of velvet falling through the air. I glanced at him from under long lashes, my face an emotionless mask.
"I can't tell you" I whispered sounding dreamy and far away,
"Why not" he asked confused. From what I had heard about him he could have any woman he wanted, his looks alone could make one sigh. A player of the Nth degree.
"Because it's not for you to know" I said turning back to the bar, sculling the last dregs of my coke and rum.
"I need to know everything, so it is for me to know" he smiled trying to capture me with those looks of his. It might have worked; if I hadn't known his game.
"We won't meet again" I said forcefully getting up to leave. He grabbed my wrist dropping the smile, and stepping closer.
"I want to see you again" I shook my head slipping my slender wrist from his grip.
"No you won't" I whispered.