[ She is stunning, honestly. Her brassy blonde hair shines in the light, her lips scarlet, eyes darkened with kohl behind the holes of the mask. She bats her eyelashes at him, stepping in closer, body language open and interested. ]
Angelique, [ She answers, the name spoken in its French accent. ] But my friends call me Angel.
[ Her other hand settled on the center of his chest, efficiently bold, eyes flicking up toward Jeff's. Even in heels, she barely reached his height, which was a different way to look at the world. Nick was taller, impressively so, and he strode a height over everyone else. She smiled, brightly, earnestly. ]
So now that you know my name...won't you buy a girl a drink?
[ But her hand was smoothing in wandering circles, as though riveted by his muscular strength and chiseled form. ]
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Angelique, [ She answers, the name spoken in its French accent. ] But my friends call me Angel.
[ Her other hand settled on the center of his chest, efficiently bold, eyes flicking up toward Jeff's. Even in heels, she barely reached his height, which was a different way to look at the world. Nick was taller, impressively so, and he strode a height over everyone else. She smiled, brightly, earnestly. ]
So now that you know my name...won't you buy a girl a drink?
[ But her hand was smoothing in wandering circles, as though riveted by his muscular strength and chiseled form. ]