Thought this one went well with MrTinkertoys’ story below

Sitting at a bar stool in a café. Watching the drone of New Yorkers walk by through the window one foot in front of her face, she is feeling bored; she is feeling irreverent and disconnected. She needs a distraction. She straightens her back and lets her knees fall open. Her skirt is far too short to make this decent. It seems like an impossibly long time before she sees someone make the first double take. He keeps walking she smirks and mumbles to herself, ‘lemming’. There are others that follow, various versions of the same thing.

Then there is Charles. Unlike the others he’s not in a suit or even a dress shirt. He is all European casual and when he notices her, his face lights up, his pace and his stride shift and he meets her eyes. She grins a positively devilish grin; he is a glow as he walks straight int…