Item #5: Date a Bond girl and/or Miss Universe
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tony really should have put some thought behind some items on his bucket list. Date Miss Universe? Well, he was doing that right now.
She was gorgeous, of course. She had beautiful skin colored by the sun, and wavy dark hair that matched her obsidian eyes. She wore a small gold dress that hugged her body accompanied by a thin gold chain circling her neck. He couldn't see a scar or any imperfection on her whatsoever. From what he could tell, the only make-up she wore was a little bit of eye-liner to bring out her eyes.
For some reason, she had happened to be at the same coffee shop as him (though, he had to wonder what Miss Universe was doing at a DC coffee shop…). He instantly recognized her, and put on his most charming smile. She grinned suggestively back, and sauntered over to his table. A sense of elation filled him that he was about to have an impromptu coffee-break-date with Miss Universe.
Then, as she opened her perfect mouth to greet him, unfortunate realization trickled into his happiness; he remembered things about her, none that were bad, but…
She was Israeli; meaning she didn't speak much English.
Thus, their date didn't consist of much other than slow talking and simple words, nothing of the caliber he was known for.
But what he should have remembered was that many Miss Universe winners of recent years had not been from the States, rather from other countries such as Angola and Israel.
Maybe he should have tried for a Bond girl instead…
A/N: Short, yes, but hold your horses! I have another one being posted tonight/early tomorrow! Review, please!
The Motorcycle Ball of Death is up next!