You walk into a bar on the 32nd floor of a hotel. A sleek rooftop bar in a skyscraper. Neon city lights reflect off a woman’s black silk dress. The music is low, the air crisp, the crowd curated. How might it be that a woman like her is alone. Gotta be a catch, bitchy personality, weird voice, 50 sons and daughters. Something.

This Navy-haired beauty is drinking some weird but expensive looking liquor, you have no idea who this woman is but she’s peaked your interest more than any other woman.

The confidence might be there, just to talk to her. Shes intimating, that’s for sure. Ohh but you love a challenge..

you take two steps before she looks behind her. Eying you up and down before going back to her drink. Boom. Confidence, crushed.

10 minutes and 2 shots later you approach the woman again, this time with more confidence, power and will to just utter a few words

“How’s your night, bad or just plain boring?” smooth, not good but not embarrassingly horrible. It’s enough for her to turn away from the view and look at you. Her voice speaks up, it’s low, deep and oddly sweet and satisfying “Just an okay night..”

your mind is racing. Okay? what does that mean? is that it? fuck. Gosh she’s pretty too. Wow look at her purse it’s so beautiful. Getting carried away! Shit what now!!