*Sorry for the repost. I’ve been having these removed for tagging issues. I think I’ve got it figured out now.*
I’d met Kat a few years before. I’d been in London for work and gone out to the pub one evening. I sipped my beer alone and enjoyed a pie and mash. I was fine being alone. The day had been long and I found I was getting exhausted. Flagging the bar man, I’d paid my tab and turned to go. Halfway through the crowd, I’d heard a voice calling after me.
“Excuse me!” I’d turned to see a striking woman who appeared to be in her early 30s. She’d worn her red hair long, spilling down her back. Her eyes were blue and she was covered in cute freckles. I was speechless, mouth open.
“You’ve left your wallet,” she’d said, extending it out to me with a smile. Her lips, I’d noticed, were stained a light purple from the red wine in her hand.
“Ohh wow! Thanks so much!” I’d replied. “I can’t believe I almost left that.” And then, feeling my way, I’d said, “Generosity like that deserves a reward. Can I buy your next drink.”