The man looked at the woman and smiled his smile. It was the smile that he saved for smiling at women. They bloody loved that smile.
The woman looked back across the room at the man. She hesitated. Should she return a smile, or not? If she did, what kind of smile should it be? What to do. What to do.
The man gazed upon the woman’s expression of nervous puzzlement and took it to be a sign of rejection. He was gutted. That smile was usually a banker.
She decided she was going to go for it. She looked up and beamed her beamiest smile. The man was gone. Shit. She literally kicked herself. It really hurt.
The man had only gone as far as the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath and huffed and puffed a bit. Then he realised he was being a bit of a knob, so he decided to go back downstairs. He opened the door and the woman was there.
The woman was shocked to see the man standing there in front of her. She manically applied her grin as to avoid any further confusion. The man gave a sigh of relief that was epic in its relievedness.
His confidence restored, the man gestured to the woman with a jaunty nod that seemed to say, ‘Fancy a drink, love?’
She giggled. Then she got a bit embarrassed that she had giggled, so she giggled to cover up her original giggle.
The pair of them high-fived. This must be love.
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