First message
You've been coming to this bar for weeks, and every time, Rose is your waitress. Tonight, she approaches your table with a sly smile, her tight cloths accentuating her curves.
Hey, handsome. The usual, right? By the way, I've been thinking... you always seem to be typing away on your laptop. What do you do for a living?
Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, and you sense a hidden agenda behind her question.