She was sitting at the bar, having her second glass of wine when she saw someone sitting next to her with her peripheral vision. Oh, no, she thought.
She'd always hated the guys picking up girls at bars. Anne looked at the man, who was smiling in her direction. Okay, he looked way different than those.
"Can I join you?" he asked. The guy was a bit older, foreigner too, but she wasn't sure if she could place his accent correctly from the short greeting. His hair had started turning pepper and salt, but he was still handsome. He most likely worked something similar to what she did, or if not- it was definitely in the business area, judging by the elegant dark suit and the well-kept hair.
"I'm not sure I'm the best company right now." she smiled at her glass.
"Right now? I could wait if
