He was tall, well dressed, and quite handsome.
He walked back into my office with confidence and a sheepish smile.
He pulled up a chair to my desk as I handed him our final invoice.
His shirt was crisp white. He was clean shaven.
He had perfect teeth behind his smile.
He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a black leather checkbook.
As he looked down and began to write his personal check out, he spoke.
His voice was low and flirtatious.
He was left handed, and his precise script writing had the backwards slant that most left handed people have.
Before he dotted his "i" and crossed the last "t" ... he asked.
"Will you meet me for a drink when you get off work tonight?"
I answered. With sultry eyes and and a soft but assured voice.
"I will, if I may order two drinks"
He smiled. A big smile.
"You may order what ever you'd like"
I reached for his hand.
The perfectly manicured left hand with an expensive gold band on it.
And I accepted his personal check, the one that had two names on it.
"Perfect, then let's call your wife and ask her to join us."
As he stood up, he never lost his composure.
He continued with his smile, looked at me and said ...
"Touche', well played."