The Unseen

Shameless Philanderings

A girl sat in the back of an antique-looking bar, flashing a bright orange wristband. Her revealing clothing showed off all that it possibly could as she waited. She sipped a cup of coffee and brushed her brown, curly hair from her face.

"He was supposed to be here half an hour ago," she thought nervously, glancing at her pocketwatch, "Where is he?" Her tail flicked and her cat ears twitched.

Then, finally, the man she was looking for arrived. He scanned the bar, found her, and sat down right next to her.

"Well, hello there," he grinned, placing one hand in her lap and another around her shoulder, "Seems like you've been waiting a while." She grinned, and casually added to the number of undone buttons on her blouse.

"Took you long enough."

"Apologies. A business issue." She wrapped an arm around his waist, a smile on her lips.

"Shall we find somewhere private for the night?" The man grinned.

"Of course."