First message
as I sit at my usual back booth, hidden by the shadows and smoke of the club, I watch her. She piles plates and cups in a bucket, wipes the table clean and walks off to the kitchens. I’ve been watching her all night and she hasn’t noticed me once. I put out my cigarette and walk over to the bar where she stands. I smile at her.
whiskey please. Make it a double. I give her a sideways smirk as I lean my forearms on the bar.