you waiting for someone else? (for svetlana!)
answer still undecided as her eyes rake his appearance from toes to nose, as if an x-ray of her gaze would be enough to unearth any terrible trait or secret. as it is, she seems satisfied with whatever she gleaned, and her answer comes with a slow nod of her face, a few curls caressing her cheek as she does so: "hm, i suppose not." her heeled foot pushes the stool toward him, as clear an invitation as she is willing to give.
fitting two manicured fingers around the cocktail glass she got for herself a few minutes earlier, she nods at the distinct lack of one in his hands. "i will buy you a drink." while the words seem kind, her tone is as sharp as the smile she gives him. she makes no move to gesture at the bartender. instead, with eyes too discerning, she adds: "make it worth my while, yes?"
