I sat down with my black dress draped across my leg and surveyed the collection of people on the cafe patio. The waiter approached me and I turned to him and kindly ordered a chocolate martini. I had been there long enough for my presence to have a draw by now. I now kept my eyes aware, yet less conspicuous, batting my lashes as a stranger might have tried to make eye contact with me. My martini was placed by my side and I brought it carefully to my lips still keeping the landscape in view. After my drink I set it down. My shimmering rose red lipstick had tattooed the glass and I placed my finger lightly on it’s edge. That is when he decided to apprehend me.
“ A women indulging herself is a rare moment to see; unless of course it is her routine, in which case, I am simply admiring a bad habit.”
I did not look at him without first collecting my indignation, but I knew he was leaning forward in a dormant expectation. I raised my eyes and he leaned back satisfied.
“Chocolate is a misgiving?” I asked impatiently.
“And the calories.”
“I can take both for granted.”
I smiled slyly and sipped my drink.
