(based on a true story) We meet for a quiet drink, to get to know one another. We hug, collect our drinks and find some where quite to sit and talk. We get acquainted as we chat; our body language betrays the true conversation; open receptive hands “idly” moving down the body, drawing the eyes with them. Crossing and uncrossing of your legs, suggesting of some thing more. Our drinks finished, we leave. There is tension in...