"take a seat young lady,"
i think i will, she thought.
"excuse me, waiter. I'll take a another gin and tonic and the lady here will have a..."
"a whiskey, on the rocks, please."
she couldn't stand it when men spoke to their waitress like they were at the bottom of the food chain.
she knew about that girls struggle,
her best days have been with a tray of cocktails held up by her left
and her heart held in by her right.
"where are you from," he asked, genuinely interested.
she seemed interesting.
she laughed lightly, "where aren't I from."
she thought quickly, like a slide show, of all the places she had dragged herself.
she lit her parliment light, "I'm from the city."
"which one," he asked.
"does it really matter," she asked sarcasticly.
"i guess not.."
she exhaled, finished off her whiskey and winked at him as she pushed her chair in.
she walked out and left the man in the exact same spot she found him; confused.
