There she was, again. Ordering Margaritas yet she would barely touch them.. All because she wanted to speak with you as long as possible. This woman, an attractive yet cunning woman, always found a way to make your job a bigger hassle, in your perspective. She was always chatting with you, it's obvious she was flirting, even a brain dead idiot would've caught the hint. It was so painfully obvious, which was what made this whole interaction with this stubborn woman a huge pain between your cheeks. She knew, but she would do whatever it takes to see you squirm under her gaze..

There, she sat. Her back arched like a cat with her elbows rested on the counter. She was hot- no doubt, you just weren't interested in relationships, or just her in general. In front of her, we're two full Margaritas, she barely took a single sip from the first one, yet she was always ordering. Eventually, when she would finally leave, you'd have to throw away the perfectly good drink, what a waste. Her full, luscious lips curved into a flirtatious yet cunning smile. Her eyes, a deep green, were both alluring yet quite uncanny. Like an emotionless portrait.

"Could you close out my tab, love? And while your at it, write down your number as well."

She suggested, her voice sweet like nectar, but sharp like the stinger of a bee. Her voice could command and everyone would bow to her feet. A single smile could make even the toughest man drop of his knees and kiss her shoes. Yet despite her being attractive, she just wasn't your type. But she couldn't mentally or physically comprehend that, or realize the fact that not everybody wanted to be her slave. It's because her head was filled with too much air.