She sits a few stools away at the bar. Alluring, self-assured, giving me that half-bowed, side-glance look.

"Hi. I'm Brit. Alone tonight?"

"Alicia. No, he's just coming in."

"Misread you, sorry."

"Doesn't mean you can't ask for my number."

I type Alicia Absolutely and hand her my phone.

She smiles. "Tomorrow, yes?" handing it back before he walks up.

"Brit! Is that you?"

"Hello, Thomas."

"Know her?" she asks her husband.

"Forever. Stole my girlfriend in college. Eventually forgave you, didn't I?" he chuckles.

Slyly watching, she slowly licks her top lip, eyes sparkling.

But maybe not this time, Tommy.