It was her hair that caught my attention. Those chocolate locks fell against her back, shining underneath the lights above the bar. The tight black dress she wore showed off every curve of her body, showing just enough to draw me in, but leaving enough for the imagination. Her finger ran around the rim of her glass, containing a liquid far darker than my own. While I wanted to approach her right away, I couldn't quite bring myself to it, instantly thinking about my deceased wing man. The man who would nudge me and tell me that I would do great, that I'm a handsome man with a voice that would make any woman's knees turn to jelly. Even though I could hear his voice in my head telling me all of this and more, I couldn't move my limbs and make it to her. Thankfully, I didn't have to make my way to her, instead, she felt me watching her and turned her head, hair falling so that I could take in the details of her face. She was stunning, causing me to lose my breath. Instantly I pictured running my fingers through her hair, nipping at her lips and pulling her close to my own body. A small smile graced her lips as she took in my expression and body language, knowing what was running through my mind. Without hesitation, she stood from her stool and walked over to me.
"You're dressed rather well."
"I could say the same for you." I respond, turning my body towards hers, watching every movement, every tug of the dress, and every wave of her hair as she lifts herself onto the stool beside my own. "What's your name?"
"My name is Rosemarie, but I go by Rose. How about you, brown eyes, what's your name?"
Smiling, I respond, "Dimitri. What are you doing here this evening, Rose?"
"Just… getting away, I suppose. What about you?" She asks before taking a small sip of her drink.
"The very same here. Life… hasn't been the best as of late."
"You came from a funeral, didn't you?"
My hand grips the hard crystal glass and I state deeply into the clear liquid that sets my insides aflame. "How could you tell?"
"Because you're here, dressed in a suit and a tie that isn't straight, and trust me, you seem like the kind of man who can do a tie properly." Leaning forward, she takes the tie into her hands, using her nimble fingers to straighten and tighten it.
"So why are you dressed up tonight? Special occasion?"
"More of… just wanting to feel beautiful."
"There's no need for the dress, you're stunning." She laughs softly, pushing a soft lock of hair behind her ear. The two of us stay quiet for a moment, simply enjoying the time we share with one another. "I want to take you home with me."
Rose looks up, shock in her eyes for a quick moment. For a long moment, she stares at me, and then finishes off the rest of her drink. "Please do."
