Inside the dingy bar the music was low and about twenty conversations could be heard as he watched her. He was watching her like he did every night that she came in. She always sat in the same place, always ordered the same drink. Some pink drink that he guessed was a strawberry daiquiri or something like that. She never talked to anyone, she just sat there drank two or three of the drinks and left into the night. One night he had questioned the bartender about her, all he was able to find out was her name was Mai.
The name suited her. It was a beautiful name that fit a beautiful woman. He watched her luscious and divine. She was like heaven on earth. An angel that was the truest version of beauty that in all his years had been seen by him. He caught her eye briefly and thought he saw her smile at him. That was enough to send a new found courage flowing through his body. He found his legs start to stand below him and started to walk to wards that vision of beauty.
“May I join you?” He asked almost in a whisper.
She nodded at him. “Sure if that is what you wish.” She answered.
He sat beside her on the closet bar stool.
“My name is Ince, may I ask yours?” He said.
“Ince? That is Latin right? For innocent?” She asked.
“Yes. That is right.” He spoke.
“Well nice to meet you Ince. My name is Mai.” She spoke.
