Re: At the bar
The smile turned a little more knowing but just for show she looked around, as if really checking to see if she belonged. On either side of them was a dark sea of people, occasionally dotted with a bright flash of color, wave upon wave of leather and lace and satin and vinyl. Cassie wore black, but not like that, the blue of her jeans and the gold of her hair making her stand out; a lighthouse in a storm. She didn’t belong in the slightest.
She turned back to him and her drink, picking up the new glass with her left hand and the pen with her right.
I’m shy. I leave the leather for behind closed doors.
A tease? A lie? Her smile wouldn’t say. She tapped the notepad with the other end of the pen, a small laugh cut off as she took another sip of her drink. She added a footnote, another answer that didn’t take anything away from her first.