She was a pretty redhead, early thirties, slender, nice legs. He’d been admiring her earlier. She’d asked him something. “Would you like a refill on your drink?” she asked again.Joe let his eyes pass down her body and back up. “I’d like a long drink of you.” Her pale green eyes frosted over. “But I’d settle for some more Coke.”“Coming right up.” She said in a strained tone. It sounded like she had intended to sound bright and cheerful.Bitch, he thought to himself as she turned and strode off to the battered counter of the little cafe. Thinks she’s too good for me. Her long graceful stride drew his eye and, though she didn’t wiggle when she walked, her tight little butt looked great in the pleated mini skirt she was wearing. Joe was seething inside. Nonetheless, when she returned, he smiled and tried again. “Hey, thanks for the drink cute stuff. What time do you get off work?” Her eyes, cool before this sortie, went cold. “Sorry, I’m married and have a kid.”
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