In the dimly lit corner of the bustling club, I spotted her. She was a vision of beauty, with long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders and a red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. My gaze was drawn to her full, pouty lips and her deep brown eyes, which seemed to hold a secret.
She caught me staring and smiled, her full lips parting to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as she stood up and walked over to me.
“Hi there,” she said, her voice like honey. “I’m Samantha. What’s your name?”
“I’m Alex,” I replied, trying to keep my cool.
We talked for a while, our conversation flowing effortlessly. I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, or the way she played with a strand of her hair when she was thinking.
