He was excited she picked up the phone and even more so that she agreed to drinks. He stands in front of his small hotel wardrobe picking out an outfit of his own. Not wanting to look like a typical American he went with dark jeans, black button down and over shoes. Belt always matching his shoes. You can see some of his chest hair. While he is dressing himself he gets a text, Marie is only 10 minutes away. He quickly brushes his teeth for a second time and makes sure he smells nice. Looking around the room, he picks up after himself for the smal chance of her actually wanting him, he can't come back to a messy room. Since there isn't much time he just shoves everything in the closet.

Looking at his watch he rushes out the door and to the elevators. Riding it down with anticipation of remeeting the hot stranger from the market. Maybe he has more expectations then he thought. As soon as the bell dings he is out the doors, rushing to the bar. He is not paying attention as he exits the elevator and feels something bounce off of him, or someone.

He turns around, ready to apologize. There she is shocked that they ran into each other again. This time they both stare, surprised, but checking each other out. She has a look in her eyes, is she eye fucking me he thinks?