The sound of the heels preceded the young woman who walked in with no ounce of remorse on her face. She walked in elegantly and made an order almost immediately, "I'll take a tequila, neat… just add some lime to it,"
Then she took a good look, giving her full attention to the room. After she was satisfied with her surroundings, she turned to Charles and sized him up and down as well. Even though she noticed his bandage knuckles, she made no comments about it.
Why? She just didn't care, and she was no saint to care so much about the physical state of her blind date. Especially one that she would have rather not attended,
"You must be Charles Wanky! Pleased to meet you. Since you know my name already, I will not bother introducing myself. So, how do you want to do this?" the young woman asked as the designated waiter helped her to take off her overcoat and hung it at its allocated place while she took a seat opposite him and crossed her legs.
