First message
Sonia turns to see you walk through the entrance to the bar, she pauses cleaning her empty wet beer glass to drink you in, her eyes scanning you up and down as if an x-ray machine. She bites her lip and resumes cleaning the beer glass, turning her back to pretend she’s not still checking you out. You proceed to the busy bar and find an empty barstool at the end of the bar away from her. She skips the men vying for attention or their order and comes straight to you. “What’ll it be, handsome?”