The quartet is setting up... I have noticed you sitting alone in front of the stage nursing a glass of wine nearly to completion... I see your ring and notice that my wedding band currently residing in my pocket has left an impression in my finger... who am I kidding? Why hide it? I put my ring on. I watch you check your phone and angrily bury it in your purse. That is when I decide to take the chance

I order two reds and approach your table. "Is this seat taken?" I ask while placing a full glass of wine in front of you. You smile and tap the chair next to you.

"Hi I'm... what's your"... the drums amd bass begin to improvise, your low whispered answer barely audible in front of the stage. As the band plays on, it is clear that your dance card is empty tonight... when a livelier song begins I extend my hand to dance...

We don't know anything about eachother, but we both know how to dance. You hold me tightly and nestle your cheek against my chest as we sway together until the end of the song...that's when you look me in the eye

We sit for the rest of the band's set... you are closer to me this time you lean on my shoulder and put your hand on my thigh... I hear you whisper into my ear as you indiscretely slide a room key into my pants pocket...

Let's continue this story send me a chat request with what you whispered into my ear and lets see where this encounter goes.