"Vodka soda please."
Hmmm. I didn't react for awhile. He gave me a frown. Like he was waiting for me to say something. Oh now I remember...
" You look familiar. You were here last night weren't you."
" Yeah." He smiles.
I didn't really talk much with him until much later. Maybe until I eased up after a couple of glasses of champange from the 2 bottles of moet he ordered.
" Wanna go for a smoke?"
" Sure." He got off the bar stool almost immediatly.
Both of us, sitting on an orange ice box outside the bar smoking, looking at the cars passing by, I start swinging my legs.
" Hey, I got something for you." He puts into his hand into his right pocket and digs for it.
" Here." He places it on my belly. " Don't look at it now."
I ignore him and unfold the slightly crushed paper with messy scribbles all over. I turn to the next side and ah ha !
" Ignore the other side of the this. I just wanted to say hi and thank you for being so smiley + happy. Please look me up.. even if you don't, drop me a line :) You are so sweet and from the first time I saw you yesterday I fell in love with your smile. xxx "
" Can't believe you just read that infront of me. And I had to write that in the loo. Couldn't get that Pakistani guy off my back."
" You make me feel like I'm back in high school....." I gave him a nudge and both of us laugh.
" Will you call me?"
"I don't know actually." I look away and take another drag off my cigarette.
