Tristan was planning on leaving the place. He had just finished his drink when he felt a figure sitting next to him.
“You seem lonely,” She said. Tristan turned to look at her. Brown hair, blue eyes, a model face. She smiled at him. Tristan lowered his eyes, sighing.
“You want me to buy you a drink,” She asked.
Tristan looked at her again. She was beautiful. A nice voice and a pretty smile.
“I have had enough,” He said, glancing at her, “But can I buy you one,”
After a couple of drinks and the woman was tipsy and more beautiful. She placed a hand on his lap, looking up at him. Tristan sighed again. He felt nothing, nothing for this beautiful young woman in front of him who was clearly into him.
His forehead creased and he pulled the woman by her arm to him, she gasped and smiled, loo
