As she lifted the almost empty bottle of wine she carefully inspecting it touching, the paper of the label and the glass bottle, not wanting time and commenting on the soft paper and how her finger tips stuck to the cold glass because of the wetness of her tips.
She then realized she was might have been to forward, she held back and look wondersly at the table.
She got herself together, it was the perfect moment to bring her phone out and take a selfie, as they got close she couldn’t help herself and took a deep breath to find her smell in the air, a much too sweet scent for her normal taste, but still intriguing it was a mixture of cheap cherry and rusty metal.
She went on commenting on the picture they took, she laughed and mentioned how heinous and silly she looked, knowing that was an obvious lie.
They both took a sip of their wine glas, she rubbed her knees as she would normally do when she is nervous.
The place got louder, she grabbed her hair, finished her glass of cheap red wine as she was looking for courage. As in this liquid she would get the super power of confidence and be able to tell she wanted to go home with her.
They ask for the check, she hesitated and was too slow to reach for her purse. As she was looking for it, she feels her hand tight around her hand, and a voice that whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, tonight I’m in control, you don’t have to think or do anything, I’ll do it to you” finishing with a soft kiss on her forehead.