Carl Daniels was in Beiderbecke’s, a moody Jazz Club in a seedy corner of Finchbottom.
It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, and their eyes met across the room.
He did a double take because he wasn’t expecting to see her there in the club.
Sarah Hammond had seen him come in, she had been there for an hour waiting for him, and she was beginning to think she had dressed up for nothing.
Carl liked what he saw and was surprised by it, she was so different from “Frumpy” Sarah who he saw in the library every day, but she had caught his eye even as a frump but Sarah didn’t know he was hooked already.
She thought she had to dress like a vamp to get his attention.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.
Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, and she shuffled sideways through narrow gaps.
But stockings or not, Carl very much liked what he saw as she got closer.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked
“I liked what I saw before” he replied
“Really?”
“I’ve always liked what I saw” he said and without speaking she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and when they got back to his flat he got the answer to the question
“Are you wearing stockings?”
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