As she sat down, chair almost against the wall. Still amazed as thoughts of last night, begin to take hold. She has pulled her hair to the left. leaving behind were his hands and finger tips have left apart. Her shoes laced tight, wrapped around her ankles with a slight rise just nearing the calf.
She Tries to relax and not look afraid. She watches and waits as she crosses her legs. Lays one hand in lap not to leave anymore to last night imagination. Another chance at fate, puts her arm back as she leans forward. Dress fits perfect, it was what he wanted!
Standing there, hands in pocket. He is not sure what to do? Holds the wine glass steady. The night was perfect, chance if you will. A perfect unforgettable moment, tempting fate..