“Is this seat taken?” the voice asked. He
looked up reluctantly from his drink. The woman leaning on the counter beside
him smiled as enticingly as she could.
His bored gaze took in every inch of her appearance
– from the leopard print dress of which she was obviously so fond to the fine
lines that crinkled the heavy mask of foundation. Her red lipstick, meant to
attract, only served to further put him off.
He scoffed at her and turned back to his
whiskey.
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