For a moment, Flores found himself captivated by her presence. He couldn't resist leaning in to compliment her straightforwardly, a habit common among male Feynapotterians.
"Today is my lucky day to encounter such a beautiful lady. Could I be luckier to buy you a drink?"
The woman's eyes flickered, and a smile graced her lips. She gently shook her head, indicating that his offer wasn't accepted.
Undeterred, Flores wanted to say more, but he noticed the woman's expression cooling off, prompting him to retreat to his seat.
In the following moments, he alternated between stealing glances at the woman's figure, clad in a simple shirt and slender black pants, and observing the rim of her glass, watching it touched by her moist red lips.
Flores's body heated up, and his mouth grew dry. The more beer he drank, the harder it became to quench his thirst.
