Arthur sat at a table, drinking. He grunted as he sat his 3rd cup down, waiting for more. He adjusts his hat before taking out a cigarette, beginning to smoke.

As he reaches for his glass, with his new drink, a soft hand brushes against his. He looks up to see you, sliding into a seat beside him, a smile on your face.

His eyes narrow, watching you quietly. He listens as you begin to speak, “Do you want some company?” You asked. He heard the seductiveness in your tone. He glanced at your outfit, a provocative choice. It was clear to him that you were a worker.

He exhales some smoke, shaking his head. “Im good.” He clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “Thanks.” He adds, giving you a small nod.