With confident strides, she made her way to the bar. June smoothed down her short one of those pencil 50’s style skirt and pulled her thin tight sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. It was already happening whatever it was. He wasn’t just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to happen. Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. There was something about the way he carried himself the look in his eye. Yes, he looked fine, but it wasn’t just that he was handsome that made him stand out.
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His features were chiseled, his hair cut short. His finely-tailored charcoal suit and crisp white shirt fit him perfectly. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of dark amber drink in front of him. It didn’t take June long to realize there was something different about him. There were a handful of single men, although they all seemed entranced by the sports channel or their smartphones at least for the moment. She had a dark skirt and a tight top with a plunging neckline that, coupled with the way she sat, showed off her deep cleavage.įirst come, first served, June thought with a smile. The woman at the bar was also obviously waiting for someone, although it seemed equally obvious to June, that she didn’t have anyone, in particular, she was waiting for. She hadn’t taken off her jacket and she checked her phone every so often. She kept looking out the window while nursing a drink in a tall glass. There were two single women one was sitting at the bar, the other at a table near a window. The woman by the window was obviously waiting for someone. For fun, she would study and wonder about them. She didn’t spend too much time studying the groups it was Ian she was looking for. Most looked like they were knocking back one or two drinks before heading out for some more fun in the big city. Most of the other tables were taken by duos or trios of men and women dressed in wedding casual pants suits or pencil dresses polos and khakis. From the entrance coming from the hotel lobby, she scanned the crowded bar. There were several large groups of obvious from the artist conventions, decked out in they’re ‘I’m wearing a statement clothes” and the like, boisterously talking trash about the art world in general.
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Looks like there was some sort of artist convention and a wedding reception both being held in the hotel itself.
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The bar was busier than June expected, but then, the hotel was busier than usual this weekend too.