She was sitting at the bar multitasking. Texting as well, and watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Their eyes connected and she waited just long enough to look away to let him know she was interested, but only if he was of course.
The softness of her glance let him know she was hoping he made a move.
So he ordered another of whatever she was drinking.
She looked confused as the bartender brought the drink over, until he explained it was from the gentleman across the room.
She smiled and mouthed her thanks. He gave a thumbs up, rounded the bar . . . and walked to the door.
Just before exiting, he felt a tap on his shoulder. She thanked him again. Then asked what got her out of her seat. “You’re leaving?”
He gave a sheepish smile and a “Yes,” then jetted down the stairs.
He rounded the corner, and met me for dinner. Over dessert, he told me that story. And I fell a little more in love.