"I don't understand you sometimes Jean- Luc."
"Pardon?"
"I mean, what you could possibly see in her, she's practically half your age, maybe a little more." She flopped onto the couch.
"She's vibrant, temperamental, yet so sweet if you happen to say the right thing to her…"
"Oh please." She sighed and put her legs on the table in front of her.
"I'm sensing you really don't like her, Beverly."
"Well, no."
"You should really try."
"And why is that?"
"She has the most incredible red hair and beautiful blue eyes, and the way she saunters into a room is enough to make any man's jaw drop."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Beverly, don't you see? The woman I've been telling you about? She's…" Beverly's eyes widened and she spoke.
"Me?"
"Of course." She smiled and raised her champagne glass to
his.
"Too bad I never had a thing for bald
men."