The light was dim, and the eyes of the little brown dog were clear and bright, gentle and well-behaved, and harmless to humans and animals. Who could resist when such a beautiful little dog stared straight, moistly at you?
Hannah's mind was a whirl of thoughts.
She tried to control her emotions, "Aren't you afraid I might be a bad person?"
"You're not," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because you are beautiful."
"..."
Hannah laughed out loud, still so naive; because I'm pretty means I'm not bad?
Her legs felt a bit weak from laughing, and she leaned loosely against the wall.
Those foxy eyes were red from the alcohol, quite alluring.
The man in front of her seemed a bit dazed. Straightening up, Hannah seized the moment while he was lost in thought, grabbed her bag, and patted his shoulder, "Don't be so naive. You should ask around, I am very bad."
"Thanks for tonight, see you," she said.
"Wait a second." The man called after her.
"Hmm?"
