She confidently walks into the bar. Her hair is long, sleek and jet-black. Her hazel eyes scan the room; quietly searching for him. Not too many faces in this dark, little dive bar. She locks eyes with him, recognizing him easily from his picture.
He sits alone at a table across the room. He'd been sitting there only long enough to get halfway through a glass of whiskey.
She is dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Cute, but curvy; curvy in all the right places. She gives him a quick smirk.
She runs her fingers through her hair. He takes notice that a couple of other patrons are staring at her and feels a little twinge of jealousy. It quickly passes because he knows that the only reason she would ever walk into a place like this, is to meet him for the first time.
He leans back in his chair expecting her to walk over. He's a little surprised when she turns towards the bar. She hops up onto a barstool. She only 5′ 4″, so her feet don't even touch the floor. She waves the bartender over and orders a shot of vodka and an AMF.
While the bartender pours her drinks, she turns back towards the table he's sitting at. Then all he gets is a sideways glance, a wink and another smirk before she turns back to the bar. She downs the shot before the barkeep finishes making the other drink, and slams the shot glass down.
Clearly, she had no intentions of coming over to where he sits.
She's playing hard to get.
He is a little intrigued by her little game of cat and mouse, but really?
He was expecting a proper introduction with names and a handshake, maybe even a hug, if he was lucky.
He felt like he already knew her after the hours of online chatting. Then again, that also meant he knew she liked her little games.
He strokes his beard a few times waiting for her to turn around again, but she doesn't. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head a little as he stands. He strides up to the bar next to her as she pays the bartender.
The bartender is a little entranced by her as he accepts a fairly generous tip and smile from her. The bartender lingers for a moment too long in front of her; frozen with a dumbfounded smile on his face.
She giggles before turning her attention to the bright blue AMF in front of her.
She is doing it on purpose. She knows he's standing beside her. She ignores him anyway.
She carefully fishes out a candy red cherry out of the top of her drink. She is holding it by the stem as she swirls her tongue once around the dangling piece of fruit. She gently uses her teeth to quickly pluck it away from the stem. She smiles to herself as she chews, knowing that he is watching her. She likes his attention and is purposefully not reciprocating it.
He clears his throat with a little impatience. He's been waiting a while for this moment.
She turns and looks straight back into his deep blue eyes. He starts to say hello but stops mid word.
