She tucked a brown curl
behind her ear.
"What's in it for me?"
She whispered with a sly smile.
I watched as she tapped
her fake nails on the table.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Her name brand bag sat
on the side of the table,
hiding her face when
she leaned closer.
She raised an eyebrow.
I had heard she broke
up with her last boyfriend
because he didn't have
enough money to supply
all of her many needs.
She had a cold heart for sure,
if she even had one.
I decided to play along in her game.
"Well, let me tell you,"
I came close to the ear
with the brown curl tucked
behind it. The words I
murmured were meaningless,
empty promises.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She leaned back in her seat and smiled.
It wasn't a bad smile. In fact,
there wasn't really anything bad
about her. She had big brown
eyes that reminded you of
chocolate waterfalls and dimples
that brightened her whole face.
She was stunning, even under
all of her designer clothes and
pounds of makeup.
"We'll see."
I stared at her swaying hips
as she walked out of the door.
Ding.
The doorbell was the last sound
I would ever hear from her again.
