She sat and watched the exchange between these two from across the smoke-filled room and thought to herself "How is it that these two met?" She was like a lost little girl and he, well he looked like he had been there before. They reminded her of a mis-matched pair of shoes in a Five and Dime discount store.
Taking another sip of her wine, she sat looking at him while tapping her nails on the glass. What was it exactly that was drawing her to him? Was it the rugged line of his jaw or the steel of his eyes? She fought the nagging urge to get up and step between the mis-matched pair. It would do no good. "He would never go for a dame like you" she told herself.
Sighing, she turned and threw a ten spot on the table and walked away from the tall drink of cool water that had never noticed her presence. "Was he the one? You'll never know." kept echoing through her mind like a scratched 78 on a victrola with the click, click, click of her heels on that lonely sidewalk home.
Interesting...too bad she wasn't the one...you need to do another ad--just to see what happens 
Commenting by HaloScan
