The meeting (assignment #4)

The blond sauntered in looking fabulous in a short, leather mini-skirt and tight, fuzzy red sweater. A faux fur draped over her arm rounded out the image. Scanning the crowd a frown creased her forehead. Glancing at her watch she smiles, grabbing a seat at the bar and draping her coat over the stool next to her. She orders a drink and daintily nibbles a few peanuts while waiting. She glances around as she sips her martini, arching her eyebrows at what "some people" choose to wear clubbing. She tries not to make eye-contact with any of the obviously single men in the room, but it is difficult with all of them already looking at her. She turns back to the bar hoping to avoid any of their oft-repeated pick up lines. As she orders another drink she glances again at her watch, frowning at the display. She taps her brightly polished nails on the bar top, her sigh audible even over the buzz in the room. The bartender comes bearing two drinks, but she waves them away, choosing to leave rather than wait any longer. She turns quickly to retrieve her coat and crashes into a man behind her, knocking alcohol flying. There are cries from people around them as they stammer their excuses. The man puts the glasses down and uses a handkerchief to dab at the droplets on the woman's face and arms. She laughs, grabbing a wad of napkins to do the same for his suit and tie. Checking to make sure that her coat is not damaged, she sits back down, gesturing for him to join her. They shake hands as introductions are made. As the man orders drinks for them gentle music begins to play.