She was sitting on the other side of the quiet hotel bar when I walked in. I ordered a scotch and sat idly watching the ice cubes while some talking heads ranted on the overhead screen.
Brunette hair to her shoulders, pretty face, a business-like jacket with a white blouse underneath. Finished her meetings for the day and just relaxing before the flight home tomorrow, most likely. Like me. She caught my eye briefly and half-smiled, then looked down at her drink.
What the hell, I thought. Fortune favors the brave.
“Can I get you another one of those?”
She looked up. “Sure.” I ordered and paid the barman.
“Thanks. I’m Jane.” She took a sip and half-turned towards me. I took the stool next to her.
“I’m Karl. Pleased to meet you, Jane.”
We chatted for a while. Yes, she was here on business. Leaving the next day on a flight in the afternoon. The conversation came naturally and ended up moving closer to hear each others words. We were leaning in towards each other; our knees bumped and then rested against each other. I made to order another round.