She paraded as if on a catwalk. Walking between chairs and tables, dodging waiters. She sat, elegantly crossing her legs and buttoning her coat.
“Finally; I was going to call the police.”
“Exaggerated, Victor!”
“You took over forty minutes to go to the restroom.”
“Women, darling. I don’t know why you’re so jealous. I never gave you any reason.”
“Not until now.”
“Why until now?”
“There’s a drop white on the collar of your coat.”
She smiles and removes the drop with a finger. Sucks the drop slowly and speaks in an innocent way.
“It’s not what you’re imagining.”
