She was really a beautiful woman, with an experienced depth in her eyes when she smiled. I reached across the counter and put my hand on her round cheek, and she tilted her head slightly, her skin warm against mine. She went to get her purse. This shit happens to me all the time. And don't forget the pot pie.
Chicks love good pot pie.
She appeared from a door near a fake plastic tree, her blue polyester slacks shiny under the florescent lights. She had freshened her pink lipstick. But something must have tipped the fuzz. A sixteen year-old security guard tried to stop us, a .45 in his trembling hands. It happened fast.