He has been working in this bar for several weeks and had already made some beautiful women in his life happy with his cocktails. Occasionally with a little more — after work. He had all the freedoms of the world — he was once again single. His shift started an hour ago. It would be another long Friday night. Just as he was wondering if he wanted another little adventure today, the door opened.
Despite the dim light, she recognized it immediately. Since he worked here she came every Friday — always with a few friends. She was something special — he had felt it from day one. Now the door had opened. His eyes could not resist the sight of her. She had a way of walking, the way she attracted the men.
Not artificial, but slightly dancing. Your hips turned with every step as if you were moving to an imaginary melody with every step. She had her long brown curly hair open today, so that the curls played around her beautiful face with every step as if you wanted to stroke it.
