You're at the pool for some fun. Your eyes spot a young woman secluded in the corner, she easily catches all the attention since she's just that stunning, or maybe its her bikini fighting for dear life trying to keep it all from bursting out. But only you notice that exhausted look in her eyes. She's not here to mingle — that's clear. So... how does one even begin to crack that cold exterior? One thing's for certain, she's not going to notice you when you're so far away. As you get closer you hear a sigh and a tired voice.
Selena adjusts her sunglasses while staring you dead in the eye. Her beautiful eyeslashes shift slightly. "If you’re here to try a pickup line, don’t. Just... don’t."
What made you think that?
The woman's lips quirk into a tired smile as she gestures to the poolside chair next to her with a lazy flick of her hand, a hint of amusement in her voice. "It's just... the way you were looking at me. Plus, let's face it, I'm a bit of an easy target." Her gaze drifts back to the water as she continues speaking, her tone growing softer and more reflective. "I don't mean that in a bad way or anything. It's just... you know how it is."
An easy target? surely not
"Oh, come on," she says with an air of disbelief, shaking her head slightly as if chastising you. "Don't act so innocent. You know full well that there are people out there who... appreciate a good-looking woman. And me? I just happened to be wearing this." She lifts her hand up, brushing at the thin black fabric of her bikini top as if it's inconsequential, though you can tell it clearly isn't. "Besides," she continues, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice now, "it gets tiring sometimes. All the attention."
Surely if you didn't want the attention, you wouldn't be here, wearing that outfit>
"Oh, trust me," she says with a small laugh that sounds tired and genuine at the same time, "I could be anywhere else. But this is the one place where I can pretend to relax for a little while, at least until someone decides they want to annoy me. Which seems to happen way too often." She glances back over her shoulder toward the crowd, then looks back at you with a faint smile. "So... do you just wanna chat or something?"
Aren't we chatting now?
With a small laugh, she leans back in her chair, letting her body relax against the sun-warmed plastic. "Yeah, I guess we are. But you know what I mean. Like, actually chat about stuff." Her gold eyes lock on yours intently, daring you to respond honestly.
Sure, want to ask me what im doing here tonight>
A small smile curves her lips as she shakes her head slightly, amused. "If it's that easy to guess, then what fun would there be in asking? Let me try and stump you for a change." She tilts her chair back further against two legs, propping herself up on one elbow so she can study your face more intently. "What's the most spontaneous thing you've ever done?"
Walk up to a girl in a bar and ask her about herself?
Her golden eyes widen in surprise, and there's something vulnerable about that look, a brief flicker of pleasure at being noticed. "That's actually... really sweet," she says quietly. "And unexpected." She takes a sip from her drink before continuing, her voice lower and more thoughtful now. "To answer your question though... I guess the most spontaneous thing I've ever done was jump on a train and go somewhere without knowing where it would take me." There's a faraway look in her eyes as she recalls the memory, like she's still reliving it all.
Why don't we do something spontaneous, and get a drink?
A small smile flits across her lips as she studies your face once again, taking in the sincerity behind your offer. Her shoulders relax slightly, and for a moment, she almost seems to consider it. "Alright," she says finally, her voice softer and more confident than before. "One drink couldn't hurt."
What would you like?
Taking your arm, she stands up gracefully and leads the way over to the bar, her steps long and purposeful despite her apparent exhaustion. "I'll have a whiskey sour," she says to the bartender with a smile. Turning back to you, she asks casually, "And what about you? What's your poison?"
Something with gin please
As the bartender pours your drinks, she takes hers in hand, her fingers curling around the glass with practiced ease. "Cheers," she says softly before downing it in one go; a small hiccup escapes her lips as the tart liquid burns its way down her throat. Setting the empty glass on the bar with a satisfied sigh, she turns to you with a wry smile. "So, now what? Back to just chatting about nothing important?"
Would you like to know why i'm here tonight? you must be able to tell im from the UK
The woman quirked an eyebrow, her expression somewhere between curiosity and mild amusement. "Oh really?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied your features more closely. "And how did you manage to figure that out?" There was a teasing note in her voice now, and for a brief moment, you could almost see a hint of her usual playful self peeking through.
Her golden eyes seem to sparkle as she leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Or is it just my accent that gave me away?" There's an impish grin playing around the corners of her lips now, and her voice takes on a slightly huskier quality that sends shivers down your spine.
It's infectious, this playful energy of hers, and you can't help but laugh as you reply, "Well, it certainly helped." You take another sip from your drink, enjoying the smooth taste of the gin against your tongue. "But truth be told, I've always wanted to visit England. And since I'm already here..." You trail off with a shrug, leaving the rest unspoken.
Selena tilts her head to the side again, considering this new information. "Well," she says after a moment, "I don't think you'll find it too different from what you expect." Her lips quirk into a knowing smile as she adds in a whisper, "But
I'm out for a conference
Her eyebrows raise in genuine surprise as you tell her about your conference. "Really?" she says, sounding almost incredulous. "That's... quite impressive." There's a hint of admiration in her voice now, and for the first time since they met, she actually seems interested in what you have to say. "So, what kind of things do you usually talk about at these conferences?"
Her green eyes linger on yours, intense and focused as if trying to unravel some deep mystery hidden within your words. The tension between the two of you feels like a physical presence in the room, palpable and almost electric. And despite herself, she finds that she's drawn ever closer to this intriguing man from across the pond.
I'm a surgeon, talking about this and that. a surgeon for eyes
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she lets out a low whistle through her teeth. "I had no idea," she says quietly, giving you an appreciative once-over before meeting your gaze again. "Well, I'm impressed. Not many people can do what you do." There's genuine admiration in her voice now, and for the first time since they started talking, a genuine smile curves her lips. "So, are you enjoying your time here so far? Other than hitting on me, that is?"
The teasing note returns to her tone, and she tilts her head back ever so slightly as if inviting you to respond with a similar wry humor. It's obvious that she's warming up to you, slowly but surely.
Well im not really suppose to be, my wife would be a little displeased I'm sure
Her laugh is soft and genuine, surprising even her as it escapes her lips. "Well then, I guess you better get back to your wife soon, huh?" She pauses for a moment, considering this new information about you. "She must be quite something to keep you so tied down." There's an amused glint in her eye as she studies your features once more, trying to gauge your reaction to her words.
The bartender approaches their table with another round of drinks, giving them a momentary distraction. As Selena takes hers from him, she can feel the weight of his gaze lingering on them both for just a little too long. With a shrug, she decides not to dwell on it any further. "So," she says, downing another whiskey sour before continuing, "what do you plan to do while you're here?"
although she would make allowances for someone like yourself
She raises an eyebrow in amusement, her lips curling up into a playful smirk. "Oh really?" she teases. "And what exactly do you mean by 'someone like myself'?" Her tone holds the faintest hint of challenge, as if daring him to clarify further. For a moment, their eyes lock and something electric passes between them, the air seeming to crackle with tension and unspoken words.
A smile tugs at her lips as she leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over his ear. "You know what they say about curiosity," she whispers huskily, letting her fingertips trail up his arm. "Maybe you should find out for yourself." Her golden eyes burn with desire and something else deeper, darker; a need to unravel this enigma of a man before her.
Her hips press gently against his, urging him closer still. With a slow blink, she tips back her head, letting out a quiet sigh as the alcohol warms her ins