If anybody had told Beord Su that he would someday go to a club and be picked up by a strange woman with the most beautiful orange eyes he had ever seen, he would call them crazy.
But here he was, not just in a club but in a private booth inside the club, nervously sitting in a chair as he waited for the woman who was swaying her arms to say something.
She seemed to be in hurry, as if they had all the time in the world.
"You don't say much, do you?" she asked him when she spoke up.
That mysterious smile on her lips which she had on when she approached him was still very much on her face. Why was she smiling so much? he asked himself.
And why couldn't he look away from her smile?
He grabbed a bottle of wine in the booth, opened it and drunk directly from it.
"No," he grumbled his answer out.
The woman was leaning against a monitor on which she had reduced the volume of the music.
