Have you ever played truth or dare the adult way? A crowded restaurant, full stomachs, those drinks that are perfectly made. You know the ones right? Where all you can taste is a hint of the alcohol but after two or three you’re feeling so good. You ask her, “Truth or dare?” She licks her lips, scoots closer and whispers in your ear, “Dare,” and in that moment you know she wants this night just as bad as you do.
We were sitting in Benjy’s at 10:30pm on a Thursday night; it was my first time seeing her since she called me over two weeks ago. The restaurant/ lounge was packed and we were in a booth in the corner. It was dark and the liquor was flowing. I had on a pair of black slacks, a white button down shirt and a black cashmere sweater. Issey Miyake of course, she was wearing a sexy dress that was backless and short. I had no idea what her perfume was but I did know it was alluring as hell.
“Truth.” She said
“How often do you think about me?” I took a sip of my beer and looked her in her very intoxicated eyes.
“Is that a trick question?” She could flirt without ever saying a word.
“It seemed like a pretty straight forward question to me.”
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