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?”
No comments:
Post a Comment