When she saw that I was done she locked gazes with me and asked me, "You like what you saw?" I just barely breathed "very much.When she saw that I was done she locked gazes with me and asked me, "You like what you saw?" I just barely breathed "very much." "Good." She returned to her book. I thought my chances were nill at this point so I moved to get up, before I had even half-risen her arm shot out and grabbed mine. "Sit," she said. Her eyes never left the page that she was reading. I sat back down and looked at her. Now it was my turn to be puzzled. What did she want? Who did she think she was? Who did she think *I* was? So we just sat there for a little while, the waiter coming back now and then to ask me if everything was okay, to wink at me, to get me more coffee, and to swish in my general direction. People came and went, talking, flirting, picking each other up, looking each other over, and still we just sat there, not a word said. But every time I tried to get up she'd pull me back and I'd hear that one word again. "Sit." Then I heard a sharp snap as the book was closed and placed on the table. |