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Five Wishes - Book 3
elise sax
For Melissa Foster, otherwise known as Superwoman.
I straighten my tan suit, arrange my round rimmed glasses firmly on my nose, and take a seat on the bar stool.
"What'll you have?" the bartender demands.
"Well, between you and me, this is my first time in a bar," I say.
"Congratulations. What'll you have?"
"I'm an academic. I mean, was an academic. That means school."
"Thanks for the definition. What'll you have?"
"It's awfully dark in here. Is that normal?"
"It's so nobody sees your shame. What'll you have?"
"I've never actually consumed alcohol before. I'm trying new things out," I announce to her. She's about my age but a lot prettier, and she's dressed like Beyoncé. I try to maintain eye contact, but I'm distracted by her ample cleavage. She's got a lot of everything... hair, makeup boobs.
"I'm thrilled for you. What'll you have?" she demands a little louder.